Chapter 35
Maya stormed into her home, her heels clicking angrily against the marble floor. She didn’t pause to greet the staff or acknowledge her family’s presence in the living room. Instead, she made a beeline for her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her with such force that the walls seemed to shake. She paced back and forth, seething, her hands clenching into fists.
“Azalea,” she hissed under her breath, the mere thought of the woman making her blood boil. The way she had dared to show up at the meeting—Maya’s territory, where she was supposed to be the one standing at Federico’s side. Yet Azalea had waltzed in, full of grace and confidence, making it clear she wasn’t backing down.
There was a soft knock on her door. “Maya?” came the voice of her younger sister, Marie, from
