Ch 45. Charity

Anne's penthouse seemed still in silence. The muted echoes of her heels on the marble floor resonated through the vast space, creating an ominous rhythm that mirrored the rage pounding in her chest.

Just when she thought everything was going well, her mother called. Anne had been so focused on her work and scheming that she had forgotten what pain in the ass her little sister was.

Hers and Simon's betrayal would not be tolerated. Did they think she was an idiot? Fucking in her house? Did they think she'd just roll over and take it?

"Simon?" Her voice sliced through the silence, carrying an edge that mirrored the sharpness of her emotions. "Simon, where are you?"

The storm raging within Anne starkly contrasted with the distant hum of the city beyond the windows, which was the only response.

She ventured deeper into the dark penthouse and eventually came face to face with Simon, who was sitting on the couch and appeared oblivious to what was about to happen. A file with important-look