mination, and her mouth formed a thin line. Cathleen behaved more like William, but unlike Avery, she wasn’t a spoiled brat. Her unnerving composure sent shivers down William's s

e triggered a range of emotions within her. She couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and nostalgia, but at the sam

izing that she has no place in this family. Their constant lack of love and never-ending attempts to humiliate her boil over inside her, pushing her to cut all ties with them once and for all. She sees them for who they truly are: manipulative and toxic, and she knows it's time to break free. Cathleen's lips curl upwards, revealing a flash of white teeth, but her eyes rema

e cut off by the sharp glint in his daughter's eyes. She pinned him with a sly grin, causing his heart

You never acknowledge that I am your first child or that you were previously married to my mother before marrying Dora.” Cathleen

s to happen under your roof. I have been bullied in this house and turned into a slave all these years, and you never did or said anything. So sin

chemes and manipulates, hoping that by marrying Finn, Cathleen will lead her straight to the source. But as Dora's conniving words spill out, Cathleen's gaze hardens into a piercing stare, like a wolf ready to pounce on its prey. No longer willing to be a vi

g pitch that sent shivers down Dora's spine, making her want to leap out of h

yelled, her eyes bulging and red, like a wild animal about to attack. Meanwhile, Cat

out grandma’s medical bills; it’s about the both of you feeding your egos and you." She said, pointing a finger at Dora, “Stop daydreaming; never will I call a dog like you, Mother! Get that!” Her words hung in the air like a heavy stone, each one a sharp and deliberate attack. William's blood boiled as he fought the urge to defend his wif

and-true tactic, one that never failed to get her way in the past. And Cathleen, always feeling indebted to them, would do whatever it took to keep them happy. Bu