CHAPTER 23
Ariel's POV
I stared at Luciana.
What was she doing here?
The last thing I needed was her drama.
Luciana smirked, her eyes glinting with malice. Her porcelain skin seemed to glow with an otherworldly sheen, and her smile was a razor-sharp s***h across her face.
“Me.” She repeated, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “I heard you're quite the philanthropist, Ariella. Giving nothing, taking everything, as usual. Though I suppose it's to be expected from someone who's been getting away with murder, or should I say, marriage?”
Carlos's expression remained calm, but mine did not. “Luciana's blood type matched Dermos', Ariella.” He explained. “She's donated blood, and Dermos is stable now. It was a fortunate coincidence that she was available.”
I felt different types of em
