Chapter Sixty Five

Elena’s POV

"Cut the lies, Michaella. Aren't you tired of your own games, because I am."

"Awwwwn, Cinderella thinks I'm joking with her. You are here because someone more powerful than you wills it."

"Speak in a way I can understand."

"I don't need to. Your parents now have someone better taking care of their needs and they are quite satisfied. Let's see if they will grace your marriage with him."

"Just know that when you die I'll spit in your grave."

Michaella burst out laughing.

"Not if you die first."

"Where is Vivian?"

"Oh the blonde girl, I do not know...I think she is back there with the other bodies."

"You sick bastard." I yelled at the top of my lungs. I could feel my own lungs itch and the rope used to tie my hands seemed to hurt more than before. I groaned in pain at the sudden pull.

"So sad, she died so soon." She said before walking out of the room in her red heels. While I started thrashing around the ropes trying to break free, the two men who removed my mouth gag earl