Ninety four

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 screen, his expression as cold and calculating as ever. “The more reason our revenge should be done in silence so that when it hits, it will have a loud and long-lasting impact on them.”

I nodded, swallowing hard. “Okay, Father.” I forced myself to look back at the screen, my anger bubbling to the surface. Kamille’s face filled the television, and I sneered, “Pathetic. She always finds a way to make everything about her, doesn’t she?”

Just then, the phone rang. I picked it up, my hands shaking. “Hello Becky,”

“Hello El, have you