“Sis, you hear that, don’t you? Ethan would never hurt me.”
“You’ve been married to him for five years and haven’t laid a single egg. How dare you touch me, the one who can carry on the Carter bloodline? We’re actually giving you a way out—”
Her words ended in a scream.
By the time Ethan snapped back, Grace was already on the floor, blood pooling beneath her, a dart lodged in her belly and another in her knees.
I leaned back in my chair, took a deep drag from my cigarette, and admired the sight.
“Seems Ethan never told you— I only know how to climb up, never down. I hate stepping off pedestals.”
“I dared to cripple his own father. What’s that bastard in your belly compared to that?”
The bodyguard checked briefly and told me Grace had miscarried.
“Oh, really? Then dig it out and let me admire what kind of bastard our dear Mr. Carter left behind.”
“Anna!”
The cold edge of a dagger pressed against my throat, Ethan’s eyes bloodshot with rage.
“Don’t unleash your madness on Grace! She’s not like us monsters. She’s already lost the baby. Do you really have to go this far?!”