Kyra's POV
A month without my daughter. The thought alone made my heart ache as Sylvia paced restlessly within me. What should I do? Kieran wouldn't let Phoebe go home unless I agreed to his terms.
I bit my bottom lip hard, unable to sleep as I thought about Phoebe and Snow. Of course, I would always choose my daughter over anything, but innocent people shouldn't be dragged into the mess that was my life.
After hours of internal struggle, I reached a decision that I might regret, but I needed to protect everyone I cared about. My revenge didn't matter anymore. I just wanted peace for the people I loved.
Walking to the glass wall of my luxurious prison, I lifted the blinds. The beautiful ocean blessed my eyes with its fascinating beauty, but I couldn't bring myself to appreciate
