Madam Estelle's Pov
I slammed my door closed behind me, my rage was at the verge of breaking out. I needed to calm down so I walked to the bar section beside the living area.
How was this possible? How did everything keep falling apart?
I poured myself a generous glass of scotch, and sank into my leather chair. The alcoholic liquid burned going down, but it did nothing to ease the fury coiling in my chest.
Five years
Five years of planning, scheming, orchestrating every detail, and what did I have to show for it?
Nothing.
My mind drifted back to that night. The night that should have changed everything. The night that should have secured Veronica’s future and, by extension, my own position in this family.
I’d planned it so meticulously. Every detail accounted for, every variable co
