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Mrs. Davis stood in her grand living room, her hands shaking with anger and fear. Her spies had never given her wrong news before, but she wished, this time, they were mistaken. Melissa was her daughter, her pride, her fighter. The thought of her lying cold and still was too heavy to bear.

“No, not my Melissa,” she muttered under her breath, her voice breaking. Around her, the air felt thick with tension. The few maids who passed by sensed the unease in the air and leaned in to eavesdrop on the conversation. Mrs. Davis had never wanted her daughter to be associated with Armando. But her foolish daughter only chooses to love such a vile man. And so she had no choice but to let her go with the knowledge that their munitions with Armando would be far enough to be able to protect their only daughter.

But now it was Armando himself that had her murdered in cold blood. She made a mistake, a huge mistake trusting Armando. However for what reason had Armando murdered her child? What had Melis