Chapter thirty-five

Layla’s POV

Not even one suspicious or accusing finger was pointed at me.

The whole plan had been executed to perfection and frankly, I had to thank the dead maid. If not for her, all this wouldn’t have worked out so well and maybe a few suspicious eyes might have been directed my way. Ethan was mine now, no obstacle whatsoever, even if one tended to come in along the way, I would clear it immediately.

My father wasn’t happy about Ares’s death and a few times I caught him staring at me awkwardly, I knew I had to put up an act to convince him that I had nothing to do with it.

“But why would she even want to kill him? Maybe she had an encounter with him in the past? A vendetta?” He kept lamenting.

“Dad, you know it’s only her that could have answered that question,” I said. “He’s dead now, we have to look at the future.”

“I can’t imagine how hurt my precious little one is.” He said sympathetically.

Oh, you can not imagine how happy your precious little one is, Father, I thought t