"Julia, you married in your sister's stead. If Glades hadn't been keeping things under control, do you think you could live so comfortably? Our Horne Family accepted this. Since the wedding wasn't canceled, we couldn't very well be without a bride. But your sister... What exactly are you two sisters up to? How can you bully our Horne Family like this? Were you born vixens, specializing in seducing men…?"
A large hand swiftly picked up an apple from the fruit plate on the coffee table and, with lightning speed, stuffed it precisely into Sovia Morris's still-moving mouth, rendering her incapable of coherent speech. She was astounded. As she lifted her eyes, she saw her nephew standing over her like an imposing, cold iceberg. His icy aura enveloped her, and his chilling gaze made her tremble to her core.
She knew this nephew was unpredictable, but she had never imagined he'd use an apple to gag her.
If she weren't his aunt, how would he have treated her?
