I straightened slowly, staring at them, enunciating every damn word.
“This house is mine. If you want to let some outsider stay here, fine.”
“But then the two of you can get the hell out with her.”
The air went dead silent.
Viggo stared at me like I’d grown another head. Then he let out a furious laugh.
“What did you just say?”
“We’ve been married all these years. The house belongs to both of us. Who the hell are you to decide alone?”
“This is my home!” Cruella shrieked. “Mine and Daddy’s!”
Only then did Carmilla speak, all slow and soft, playing the saint.
“It’s okay,” she sighed lightly. “If Mariah really doesn’t want me here, I’ll leave.”
That fake, delicate retreat made me look like the villain.
I turned my gaze to Viggo, cold as ice.
“She can stay,” I said coolly. “Ten thousand a day.”
“If you don’t pay, I’ll leak her location to her fans tomorrow.”
Carmilla’s face changed instantly.
She clearly hadn’t expected me to go that far.
For a moment, Viggo hesitated, too.
But then he looked like he remembered that the divorce agreement had already been signed. It would be finalized in a few days.