Chapter 54
The elevator doors slid open, revealing the honeymoon suite. It was stunning. Romantic to the point of painful. A canopy bed sat in the center draped in soft, white linen. Red rose petals were scattered across the sheets, the floor, even floating in a heart-shaped bubble bath visible through a cracked bathroom door. Dozens of candles glowed on every surface, their flames flickering like a thousand whispers. A bottle of fine Italian wine rested in a woven basket next to gourmet chocolates, and a small handwritten note tucked inside read: “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Henderson. Enjoy your forever.” Sasha walked in first, her boots crushing rose petals like ash. She crossed to the wine basket without a word, yanked a bottle free, popped the cork with her teeth, and took a long, brutal d
- Writer
