Chapter 67

• "Or were you too preoccupied with being a mindless socialite to look right under your own roof?" Anastasia added. As she dropped her hands, the surprise that flickered across Sandro's face struck her as utterly incredulous. It was unfathomable that Valerie had concealed the truth from him for so long.
• Sandro's expression morphed into something dark and foreboding, the tension in the air thickening to an almost suffocating extent, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Luciana hurrying down into the kitchen. "What the- what are you talking about?" he demanded.
• Anastasia scoffed, genuinely taken aback by Valerie's cunning, and shook her head adamantly, refusing to utter another word on the subject. Not because she held any affection for what might happen to Valerie, but rather the opposite—she simply didn't care.