Rocco took Scarlett to the penthouse.
The key turned in the lock, and the door swung open.
Scarlett rushed inside, her high heels clicking on the imported Italian marble floor.
“Oh my Goddess, Rocco! It’s beautiful!” She threw herself onto the ten–thousand–dollar leather sofa. “I finally get to live here!”
The living room was filled with furniture Caterina had personally selected.
The view from the balcony encompassed the entire city skyline.
“Live here?” Rocco walked to the floor–to–ceiling windows, his fingers tracing the cool glass. The strange smile on his face widened. “Oh, Scarlett. You’ve misunderstood.”
Her smile froze on her face.
“This penthouse… I’m giving it to Caterina and her new Alpha, as a wedding gift.”
Rocco’s voice was terrifyingly calm.
“What?” Scarlett shot up from the sofa. “Are you insane?”
“I’m perfectly sane,” he said, turning to look at her, his gaze sweeping over the decor Caterina had so carefully arranged. ” Caterina always did like a minimalist style. I’m sure Damon will appreciate it.”
Their couple photos still hung on the wall, and Scarlett’s eyes locked onto them.
“Then what about me?” she shrieked, pointing at the photos. “But last night you promised we’d be together!”
“Oh, we can be together,” he shrugged, walking over to a pot of moon orchids–Caterina’s favorite. “Just not here. This place belongs to her.”
He caressed the petals, just as he had once caressed Caterina’s cheek.
Scarlett was trembling with rage. Her heels clicked sharply on the marble as she stormed out of the penthouse.
All afternoon, she bombarded Rocco with frantic mind–links.
[You can’t do this to me!]
[I ruined things with Caterina for you! You can’t just abandon me!)
【Rocco, answer me!)
Her mental messages rained down on him, but it was like shouting into a void.
It wasn’t until three in the morning that she received a reply from Rocco’s Beta, Marcus.
