Chapter 10- Philip
"Dad, what are you doing? She agreed to it herself," Elvira said smugly, clutching Harold’s arm. "And didn’t you say any Louis daughter would do? Janet is the second daughter of the Louis family, isn’t she?"
Had she known that the man Janet would end up marrying was like poison—dangerous, addicting, and impossible to control—she never would have pushed Janet into the Elwin family.
"If you dare take another step," Anila warned, eyes sharp as daggers, "I’ll have my father revoke every single share you hold in Louis Corp. I mean what I say, Harold."
She knew he’d finally caved. In this house, no one defied her.
Janet paused halfway up the stairs.
She turned to see Harold, head lowered, silent in defeat.
Whatever last flicker of hope she had left... died right then.
She closed her bedroom door quietly and let her weakened body sink to the carpeted floor. She didn’t cry.
She couldn’t remember how.
Tears had long dried up the moment Elvira carved those cruel, bloody reminders onto her skin. Janet had learned to live without mercy... or softness.
No guests.