ILIANA’S POV
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Humiliated from earlier, but stuck awe with the news of all those cars being his, I’m stunned into silence, unable to wrap my head around what came to light tonight. He slept with all those girls there, but it was clear that Beatrice was the Queen of their little brat clan. My scalp still hurts from where one of them grabbed a fist full of hair, and if I were bald, I’d bet you the heavens that my head would be raw with scrape marks of that girl’s claws. I wonder if it would be appropriate to actually call her a b***h right now, since she acted like one.
The elevator doors open, and my heart falters at how gorgeous the penthouse is even at night. The entire place is dim, little lights giving the place a soft glow, and it kinda looks romantic. The stairs have light strips a
