Katherine stormed into her chamber in the Veila building, her stilettos crashing against the wall with fury.
The sound echoed sharply, but she didn't care. She was fuming—boiling with humiliation, her blood simmering beneath her flawless skin.
She had never felt so embarrassed in her entire life. Not once. The only person who'd come close to making her feel this degraded had been Evangeline, and Katherine had made sure to erase her from existence.
She had stolen everything from her.
Evangeline's crown, her career, her title as Nathan's wife. All of it now belonged to Katherine. She had clawed her way to the top. Rage quaked through her as she yanked her bun loose, fingers tugging at her hair until strands fell like wild flames around her shoulders. She barely recognized herself in the mirror—eyes wide and crazed, lips curled in anger.
Alisha might think Megan was sweet and kind, Katherine wasn't fooled.
