Ophelia's POV
Maybe the anger in me had burned away my nervousness. “Stay here, I will go in alone,” I said to Callum, who paused walking, leaned against the door, and dipped his hand into his pocket. His eyes were locked on me as I watched him light his cigar, giving me a nod before I left.
I walked into the place I had known as home, which just wasn’t—if what Esther had said was the truth. If that was the truth, Father was nothing but a beast, and I grew scared of what he could do to Max.
“You want to pull out? He told me what you did last night. If you try that s**t again, Elise, I won’t hold back. I would strangle you to death.”
Just as I walked into the living room, a scene greeted me. Elise was on the floor, bruises donning her face and lips, her dress in tatters, barely covering
