Chapter 11
The Weight of Silence
Nadaline’s POV
My instincts told me he wasn’t done using Ava as a pawn, but hearing him call her a "diamond" made my skin crawl. What could a monster like him possibly want with her? I looked him dead in the eye and gave him a sharp, jagged middle finger.
“In your dreams. She won't—and never will—be yours,” I hissed, my voice trembling with a fury I couldn't suppress.
“Why do you sound so scared, Nada?” he mocked, his voice trailing after me as he sauntered back to the armchair I had occupied. I didn’t give him the satisfaction of a reply. I turned on my heel and threw the door open, desperate for air that didn't smell like him.
The crowd outside had thinned, leaving only a few obsessed, adamant reporters lurking near the exit. My patience was non-exi
