Chapter 63. Fierce

Ellise quietly struggled against her restraints, wincing at the pain on her wrists and ankles. She let out a sigh, staring at the ceilings.

She was worried.

Cornelia didn’t want to kill her. She actually wanted Dre to die in front of her. It had been her aim all along.

The day she’d poisoned Dre with some sort of gas, she’d actually wanted her to stay and watch him die.

“There’s no use of struggling. We just have to wait a bit longer. I’m sure Alex is on his way,” she said, smirking.

Ellise clenched her fist, glaring at her. She grinned and squatted in front of her.

“Your husband loves you a lot, doesn’t he? He’ll do anything to protect you… to keep you safe,” she said, her long fingers tracing Ellise’s baby bump through her large shirt.

“Don’t touch me,” she hissed, spitting at her.

Cornelia grimaced with disgust, wiping it off.

“You bitch!” She growled, slapping her on the face.

“You’re the bitch!” Ellise spat.

“You