Mabel's POV
Storming out of Landon's office with my fists tightly clenched and my knuckles turning white, I cursed repeatedly under my breath. Cursing the day I crossed paths with this monster, cursing whatever reason that led to this unfortunate union.
He thinks he can oppress me, control me like a f*****g robot just because he's flaunting his granddaddy's money. He's never had to struggle for anything, every single f*****g thing that he has is because the old man had laid a solid foundation for him to prosper. Not by his might. He was born into wealth and just got lucky.
And now he thinks I'm the perfect one to bully, to push around like a stroller.
My body trembled with barely contained anger. I brushed past Dylan without sparing him a glance, heading straight for the elevator. He
