Wren sits on the sofa with her back straight and her legs crossed, a black casual dress splayed around her, her black hair blends with the dress to such an extent, the only difference is the healthy sheen on her hair. She looks over her family with an indifferent expression.
Rebekah struggles to bite her tongue, only this time Marcus is holding her tightly to stop her from saying something that she might regret. But how can Rebekah be reconciled by such a thing? She has gone from having it all in the palm of her hand to being homeless, packless and penniless and the woman that she had intended to crush underfoot is now sitting in such a high position, the top position possible.
Now Rebekah has gone from the aggressor to having to beg for scraps from her abused.
And then, to top it all o
