Chapter 97

• Lisandra still couldn't believe it. She'd spent all night turning and tossing, replaying her conversation with Max over and over again. She had never seen him so angry with her, there was even hatred in his eyes directed towards her. The man she'd loved all her life now hated her and wanted to kill her. If that wasn't punishment enough, what was it? Him living happily with Emilia. Above everything else, that was the one thing she couldn't stand. It was okay for him to hate her, maybe she deserved it, but she wouldn't let that bitch be happy with him. No one was allowed to be with him.
• Scrubbing the toilet she was cleaning with vigor, she thought of ways to make that bitch pay. Even from behind bars, she could still do something. Isn't that why she'd asked her aunt to find a job in that house? So she could find a way to hurt her? What was the easiest way to get rid of her? Poison? That would surely kill her but it wasn't a guarantee. If someone took her to the hospital, they could give her an antidote then her efforts would be in vain. An assassin? Someone good that wouldn't miss this time? It would give her immense pleasure to see a hole between that bitch's eyes. But where would she find one?
• The Petrovs had sent Mark to kill her so they honestly wouldn't help her. If she even tried to contact them, they could kill her before she finished her mission. It wasn't that she was afraid of dying. Being in prison made death look like the better option. Dying before making Emilia pay for ruining her life was what scared her. It would be so unfair to die alone. If it were up to her, she'd take Emilia with her to hell. That way she'd be assured that Max didn't end up with her. Knowing him, he wouldn't be with someone else after the death of his wife. Now wasn't that a good thing?