Daphne’s POV
“Why do you look so shocked, Daphne? Can’t I work here? Or do you have a problem with me working here?” Thea smirks, amusement dancing in her eyes.
“Miles hired you?” I ask, confusion tightening my chest.
“He’s my brother-in-law, after all. Of course, he hired me,” she says, stepping closer. Her gaze sweeps over my office with thinly veiled disdain. “Your office is really pretty. I’d love for this to be mine.” Her voice turns cold, a sharp contrast to her smug expression.
My shoulders stiffen, but before I can respond, she grabs my arm—too tight, her nails digging into my skin. A sharp sting shoots up my arm.
“I hate this,” she hisses, her grip unrelenting. “You’re married to Miles, yet you’re living with Reynold. Do you even know how disgusting that is?”
Pain flares whe
