I couldn’t suppress a bitter laugh. Ronan still thought I was a naïve omega, desperate enough to believe his lies. If he wanted to convince me that his union was fake, I decided I would play along. After all, a facade would crumble eventually. I had my own plans now.
I turned to leave and finish packing, but Violet had already made her way to the guest room. She smiled sweetly, the kind of smile that could flay you alive while keeping her hands clean.
“Miss Ayla,” she said, feigning concern. “It’s going to be so awkward for you to stay here now that Ronan and I are preparing for our ceremony. You should hurry up and find somewhere else to stay.” Her voice dripped with venom hidden beneath syrupy politeness.
Her eyes scanned the half-packed bags on my bed. She gasped in mock surprise. “Oh! You’ve already started? My, my, your taste in clothes is so similar to mine! It’s almost like Ronan picked them out himself. Isn’t that funny? I suppose we’re destined to be close.”