Pain was meaningless now.
Rosella's heart had already been torn to shreds.
Nothing could make it whole again except watching the cheating whore and her bastard children bleed– just the same way her Philip had bled to death while Luzon was halfway across the world, buried in his so-called monthly business meetings.
She picked up her phone, her breathing laboured and raspy, like a beast barely gasping for breath.
Her thumb hovered for a second before she dialled a number. The line rang once and connected almost immediately.
"Did you get the message?" The dark and menacing voice of a predator echoed from the other end.
Rosella's throat tightened.."Yes.... I need you to send me the whore's address."
There was a pause, followed by a cold, amused grunt.
"That'll cost you an extra five grand."
"What?!" Rosella's eyes snapped wide, a storm of fury flashing in her gaze.
