~LYDIA'S [POV]~
“That f*****g red-haired, obnoxious b***h,” I cursed under my breath the moment she left.
I didn't like that girl from the moment Marcus first bid for her at the auction. Even when she stepped into this house looking like a fragile little broken thing, I still didn't trust her.
There was just something off about her. Like she was hiding something beneath all that pretense of fragility.
This is what my instincts were telling me. And my instincts had never failed me on matters like this.
I stood by the doorway after she left, my eyes falling on the desk, the scattered papers, and finally settling on the green folder.
It was the same one I had seen Jacob bringing into the study earlier that evening. I walked over to the desk, and my fingers reached for the file, picking
