You are damned

The music in the mansion basement had stopped. Lila stood before the mirror, adjusting the strap of her sequined black dress. Her red lipstick was flawless; her hair framed her face like a dark halo.

She turned toward him finally, breaking the silence.

“You’re not going to say anything?”

Ares didn’t look up. He was flipping through a folder—a business proposal, Lila’s new expansion plan for her luxury brand. Her company was thriving, worth billions, and she’d ...