Faith
I stood near the top of the dark grand staircase, clutching a glass of warm water in my left hand. My ribs were still aching, and I had only stepped out of my room to grab a painkiller from the kitchen.
I didn't mean to eavesdrop.
But down in the foyer, Eleanor Sutton’s sharp, bitter voice echoed up the high marble walls, carrying clearly through the quiet night.
"She is an opportunist, Nicholas!" Eleanor hissed, her dark words laced with toxic poison. "She saw a lonely billionaire father and a traumatized child, and she seized her moment. Look at how she moves through this house, how she looks at you! That woman is already trying to replace Isabella."
My breath caught in my throat. I froze on the carpeted stairs, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird.
Replace I
