"Of course. He's my greatest enemy. My father died because he was killed by his family." He looked at me sharply. "We have a common enemy. What if we work together to destroy them both?"
I stared at his for a long time. A fire of vengeance blazed inside me.
"Interesting deal," I muttered, then held out a hand. "Let's get this game started."
The man grinned. His hand grasped mine tightly.
Two days had passed since I woke up from the hell Dylan had created. Thanks to Brian, I had regained the strength I had lost. However, it wasn't just my physique that had recovered. The fire inside my chest now burned even brighter, demanding revenge.
We sat together in the living room, discussing the first steps to destroying Dylan's men.
"Gisella, I've started investigating based on the evidence you provided. And I found a story that was released two months ago, just one day before Dylan's wedding," Bryan said, handing me his cell phone.
My hand trembled as I took it. But what shook me more was the content of the news on the screen.
"Mrs. Gisella reportedly died from her illness."
"Mr. Dylan was forced to marry to fulfill his wife's last wish!"
I felt the air around me thin out.
They said I was dead?