Running from your doom, Miss. Brooks?

"What a woman you are? Still having the picture of your late boyfriend on your phone's display and claiming to have feelings for his twin brother?" Every pore of my skin burned with irritation and rage. "Have some shame, Roxanne, will you? He has clearly expressed his disinterest but here you are again, begging for his attention!"

At my hiss, she gaped at me in horror. So did Diana. Her face was red with rage.

"How dare you talk to her like that?" Her Highness raised her voice.

"Watch your tone!" Syl snapped, making each of us flinch. His eyes pinned both of them under his hard gaze. "Be respectful to my Sandra or I won't hesitate to throw you out! Anyone who is unable to respect my queen won't get my respect either. Be it my own grandmother."

While Diana went silent with her twisting features, he turned to Roxanne.

"The feelings you have are for Enrique, not for me. You're just looking for him in me, that's it. And I was never comfortable with anyone, especially outsiders. You wer