Chapter 7

Elena’s world froze.
Her breath hitched as she stared at the woman standing in the grand hall of the Russo mansion. Victoria. Her sister. The one person she never thought she’d see again.
For a moment, she wondered if she was imagining things. Maybe her mind, already battered and exhausted from everything, was playing tricks on her. But no—the smug smirk on Victoria’s lips, the sharp glint of amusement in her eyes, and the way she tilted her head in feigned surprise were all real.