Chapter 116 Love's Defenders

• Bonnie POV
• The Beverly Hills mansion was a labyrinth of elegance, its polished marble floors gleaming under the chandelier’s golden light, its air heavy with the scent of lavender and Scarlett’s desperation, a stark contrast to the humid chaos of Miami, where love had fought and bled and won. I stood in the grand foyer, my sneakers scuffing the pristine tiles, my heart swelling with a quiet triumph as Scarlett’s scream echoed from the upstairs window, a shrill cry of “Rachel!” that carried her anguish, her powerlessness, her realization that her daughter had slipped through her fingers, fleeing with Jeremy, the man she’d tried to banish.
• Scarlett descended the stairs, her blonde hair disheveled, her designer silk blouse crumpled, her eyes red-rimmed and wild, tears streaking her mascara, her hands trembling as she clutched the banister, her voice a broken sob.