Chapter 99. A Soft Spot

Ayana’s POV

Every fiber in my entire being is screaming with frustration and rage as I gawk defiantly at this moron. My entire body is a catastrophic site of assorted crashing feelings. I am trembling uncontrollably, but still trying my best to amass some efforts to curb the overwhelming surge of anger threatening to blow up and set this entire place ablaze.

My walls are shaking pretty bad, threatening to crumble under the weight of the burning rage withing me. If storm or tempest were a living creature, that would be me right this minute. Not even my gawdforsaken family manage to get me this riled up to my edge. I give the disgusting bow to this son of a bitch!

He is just so blessed with everything, you see. Everything disgustingly awful. Good at manipulation, and Mrs. Julio is perfect criterion of that. I don’t know how he did it, but he managed to have her eating from his palms. She trust her like he is a saint.

He is so good at hurting people, an