PAULA’S POV

“AHH!” I screamed, my voice cracking as I flipped my glass table. It shattered into glittering shards that scattered across the floor like my sanity. My chest heaved violently, breath coming in ragged gasps. My pulse thundered in my ears as I stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over the corner of my rug.

“Marion is mine!” I yelled again, louder this time, the sound echoing off the walls of my penthouse. “Marion belongs to me!”

My throat burned, but the rage was ...