Leona Grant stared straight at her. The dim light fell upon her cool, detached figure, seeming to cast her entire face in a hazy shadow.
She stared at Annabelle Linton without blinking, her stern, beautiful face filled with sorrow and heartbreak.
Her throat bobbed. A self-mocking smile touched the corner of her lips, and her voice was a little hoarse. "I want to keep you by my side, but in your eyes, it's just revenge, just a game. It's just my possessiveness acting up. Is that it, Annabelle Linton?"
Something deep inside her ached, the pain growing more intense with each passing moment. She knew all too well it was her heart breaking.
It was as if a heart, long encased in layers of ice, was slowly being sliced open by a knife. A virus was injected, corroding every one of her organs, inch by inch, as if determined to kill her.
Leona Grant looked at her, the rims of her eyes growing redder, the light in them starting to fade.
Her name was Leona Grant.
