Chapter 505

Driven to the brink of collapse, Lydia lashed out the moment she spoke. Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled with fear as she said it.

But her hatred for Elara was stronger still.

Willa let out a cold laugh. "Begging and groveling? I think that description suits you far better. Groveling to a man, stealing someone else's work for Dominic, getting exposed right to your face—and you still have