Kathy’s POV
I don’t know why Mathias released me if he was not going to let me harm that b***h. I was getting tired of serving as a freaking maid. All he made me do was bring stuff here and there, but that was not what I wanted.
I can’t wait until I make Isabella suffer until she pays for everything she has done to me.
I slammed the tray of food down on the counter, the sound echoing through the empty kitchen. My hands trembled from the anger and sheer frustration that had been bubbling inside me.
I leaned against the counter, gripping the edge until my knuckles turned white. Isabella. That name alone was enough to make my blood boil. She had taken everything from me—my pride, my position, my freedom. And now, she was here, under the same roof, and I couldn’t even touch her. Mathias
