“We both know that’s not true,” he murmurs against my skin.
I bite my lip until it bleeds.
What the fuck does he actually mean by that?
What in this mansion could possibly belong to me?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Even Valeria isn’t truly mine. Our DNA says we are sisters, but she despises the very air I breathe.
Graham’s thumb moves from my brow down to my jawline. It makes me shiver.
“Still confused, Maya?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I sigh.
Graham bares his teeth.
“Me, Maya.”
His nose drags along the skin of my cheek, sliding into the crook of my neck. He takes a deep breath, sniffing my skin like an animal, inhaling my cheap soap.
What the actual fuck is happening right now?
This isn’t like anything that has happened between us before.
“No...” I whimper.
I finally manage to gather every ounce of my remaining strength and push him away.
“I’d like to see my sister, please,” I mumble.
The veins in Graham’s neck pull tight beneath his tanned skin. He swings the massive front doors of the mansion wide open.
The entire place is in absolute ruins.
Shards of imported crystal and expensive porcelain are scattered everywhere.
Fuck. Fuck. This is so bad.
“What happened?” I ask.
“Your sister hasn’t been doing well for a week,” Graham says from behind me, his tone devoid of any empathy. His polished shoes crunch against the debris. “She’s been snapping at the staff. Threatening everybody. Breaking everything she could lay her hands on. She completely lost it, Maya.”
“Where is she, Graham? Where is Valeria?”
“I had her committed,” he answers, adjusting the cuffs of his suit. “I sent her to a private psychiatric institution this afternoon.”
“What?!” I scream.
I collapse directly onto the floor. The shards slice through the fabric of my pants, cutting into my skin.
“What have you done?” I whisper, looking up at him through a blur of hot tears. “What the fuck have you done?”
A predatory smirk spreads across his wicked face.
