Beneath the Layers

Darius's words were like a poisonous arrow that shot straight into her heart.

She felt a pain she had never felt before. Sloane subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to cover her chest.

Her hand went up into the air, but it dropped again to her thigh. She managed to stay rational. "Mr. Rousseau, you're right. My life is worthless."

He was the one who said that her life was worthless and