Ivy’s POV
Angeline paces back and forth across my living room, fuming. She’s been here for less than ten minutes, and she has already consumed nearly a full bottle of wine. I don’t blame her though, because what my brother did is terrible.
“It didn’t work!” Angeline screeches, throwing a wine glass across the room. It shatters against the wall and scatters across the floor. Immediately, one of the maids rushes forward and begins to sweep up the mess.
Angeline ignores the maid, stomps back to the table, and takes another glass.
“How could he just toss me aside like that?” She hisses, her anger matching my own. Our plan to have her seduce and renew her relationship with Thorne failed miserably. He started spending more time with Angeline, all the while not touching her or really putti
