Chapter 90

The crystal vase shattered against the wall, water and roses exploding across the cream-colored paint. Rose grabbed the next item within reach, a heavy silver photo frame and hurled it at the television where her parents’ faces still filled the screen.

“Liars!” she screamed, her voice raw. “Filthy, worthless liars!”

The frame cracked the television screen, splitting her father’s image in two before the picture went black.

Rose stood in the middle of Herod’s penthouse living room, chest heaving, hair wild around her face. The elegant space lay in ruins around her, furniture overturned, glass broken, papers scattered across the floor. Her hands trembled with rage as she searched for something else to destroy.

“Fourteen years!” She kicked over a side table, sending a lamp crashing to the floor. “Fourteen years playing the perfect daughter! The supportive sister! And they throw it away for her?”

She grabbed a leather-bound book and tore it in half, pages fl