Chapter 189

• “Seriously?” I muttered, my brow furrowing.
• The name alone was enough to sour my mood Hazel, my father’s sister, technically my aunt, but in my eyes, more of a viper than family. I knew her all too well.
• To the public, she was the epitome of elegance an aging socialite who hosted exquisite fundraising galas, curated luxury art auctions, and pulled the city’s most powerful families into her orbit with charm and poise. But beneath the designer gowns and flawless etiquette, Hazel was a master manipulator dangerous, calculating, and utterly devoid of conscience.