AUTHOR POV

Regina walked into her room, fuming in anger. She stormed to the mirror and placed her hands on the spot Lorenzo had strangled her. Her face got redder the more she looked at it.

“How dare him,” she thundered and slammed her hand on the table, her fist clenching hard. She glanced at her phone on the table and picked it up immediately, dialing a number. The person picked up on the first ring.

“What’s it?” a husky voice said from the other end.

“I don’t think I can handle ...