Chapter 12

Ugh, Victor! My blood boils just thinking about him. He's always trying to control me, manipulate me, and trap me in this gilded cage. And now he's taken Max away from me, the one being who truly understands me.

I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! He's a heartless creep, a monster with no empathy or compassion. He only cares about himself and his precious possessions.

But I'll show him; I'll make him pay for what he's done to me. I'll ruin everything he holds dear, right here in this house.

I'll start by destroying his precious art collection—those ugly paintings and sculptures he loves so much. I'll scratch the canvases, break the frames, and shatter the glass.

And then I'll move on to his clothes, his expensive suits and shirts. I'll cut them to shreds and burn them to ashes. I'll leave nothing untouched, nothing unscathed.

I'll ruin his books, his precious novels and biographies. I'll tear out the pages, rip the covers, and burn them to ashes.

And his furniture—oh, his precio