Chapter 202

• Donald’s POV
• I rushed home as fast as possible, and by the time my car screeched to a halt in the driveway, the sight before me made my blood run cold with shock and fury.
• ​The grand stone front of the Miller ancestral villa was an absolute, chaotic disaster zone. Designer suitcases lay cracked on the concrete, silk dresses and vanity sets were scattered across the lawn, and broken cosmetic bottles littered the pathway like trash.