Ellen's POV

I stared at the screen, with deep hatred in both my eyes. My stomach twisted in knots as I watched the captured scenes where Zeke was gentle, nice, and very attentive to all of Kamille's needs.

She was one hell of a bitch, and oh, she got balls to show up at dinners when she was supposed to be dead.

“Father,” I called out again. “How can Zeke take Kamille out when I'm still in his house? How can he do that to me?”

My father’s eyes never left the ...