CHAPTER 152

Kylo’s POV

The rain kept on falling hard against the glass, a chill menagerie of the gloom beyond this side. Conversely, my inner turmoil was far in excess of that being experienced by the tempest outside.

Only my desk lamp illuminated the room, throwing spooky shapes about on piles of papers lying everywhere. Varya was missing, and the silence in her absence gnawed at me. There were too many pieces, and for too long, none of them fit. Until now.

Dora.

I hadn’t thought of her initially. After I kicked her out of my life for the way she treated Varya, I’d assumed she’d retreated back into the shadows, bitter but harmless. I should’ve known better. Her bitterness wasn’t harmless—it was venomous.

Dora had never forgiven me for marrying Varya. I could see that clearly now. It wasn’t just jealousy; it was hatred. And her plan wasn’t merely to punish Varya for taking her place—it was much worse.

I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples as I tried to piece together the information Ameli