Author's POV
Margaret Blackwood's eyebrow arched with contempt as she ended her call with Miranda. "Now that Viya is divorced, I'll handle things my own way."
As she spoke, she noticed Adrian, who had been slouched on the single armchair nearby playing with his phone, suddenly look up with intense interest.
After hanging up, Margaret glared at her grandson with disappointment. "She's damaged goods that someone else has discarded, yet here you are with your eyes lighting up. Can't you show some dignity for once?"
"Grandmother, she's not damaged goods," Adrian protested, remembering what Viya had confessed to him that night in the hotel room. The memory made his blood run hot with anticipation. "Lucius never even touched her."
He couldn't understand what was wrong with Luciu
