Kara slammed the door behind her, the loud crack echoing through the empty house. Her chest heaved as her frustration boiled over, and she let out a raw, guttural scream that filled the cozy mansion. It was cathartic, a release of all the pent-up anger threatening to drown her.
She ripped off her sweater and stormed to her room, tossing the garment along with her skirt into the laundry basket. In seconds, she was clad in a bikini, the cool air brushing against her skin as she stormed toward the kitchen.
Living in a mansion worth half a billion dollars had its perks, like two lavish swimming pools to choose from. But right now, she needed something stronger than a swim.
