“MY SON must not see that mermaid again. I want you to kill her, Marlon!” Victoria's voice cut through the air with chilling command, her face contorted with fury.
The words tumbled from her lips, each one a venomous strike aimed at the very heart of what she could not control. Her eyes, typically calm and calculating, were now wide with rage, the fire of her anger burning through her every word. This was no longer a mere request—it was an ultimatum.
Her hands clenched around the steering wheel, knuckles pale from the force, as she glared at the man beside her. Every fiber of her being trembled with the thought of her son, the light of her life, being tainted by the mermaid, Clarissa. She would not—could not—allow such a thing to happen. The idea of losing her son to someone so foreign,
