At that moment, the large doors creaked open, and Samuel finally stepped into the lavish living room, his shoes clicking against the marble floor with each proud stride he took. The cold air from the central cooling system hummed low, but nothing could match the tension that immediately swallowed the room the moment his presence filled it. His eyes, sharp and blazing with disdain, scanned the room until they locked on the woman sitting quietly by the window, Rebecca.
She was seated in the same wheelchair he had custom-ordered from Italy when she first lost her ability to walk. A wheelchair that cost him a fortune then. One that once symbolized his affection and care. Now, it only fueled his growing contempt.
At that moment a slow smirk crawled onto Samuel's face, not the kind that came from amusement, but the kind that oozed arrogance and cruelty.
