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Opening the front door, she threw my car keys into the garden. “Go on then. Fuck off. Go crawl back to that psychopath. Like the pathetic, desperate, fucking slut you are.” She pushed me, “I said get outof my house!”

Physically trembling as she slammed the door in my face. I stared down at my bare feet. My heart was racing faster. Where had she thrown my keys? I had taken one step when the door opened again.

“Don’t you dare fucking look for them!”

I stumbled down the front step.

“You aren’t taking it. My husband paid for it. My dead husband. Get off my property.Get off my property!”

Slipping on the wet steps before I started walking up the driveway, her screaming somehow still as loud.

I had no phone. No money. For fucks sake. I wasn’t even dressed. I typed the code into the front gate. But it wouldn’t open. Fuck. I couldn’t see through all the tears.

I heard her screaming again.

Oh fuck. She’s coming.

I accidentally typed the wrong code in again. Triggering a five-minute shut down.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m trying!”I yelled while sobbing. She grabbed my arm, screaming, and dragging me back to the house.

CHAPTER 31

Madeline

It was after midnight, but because of the time difference; I hadn’t slept. Since arriving at the Crow's family estate on their island.

I stood in the shadows of the lounge room, watching as two women tried to unlock the glass sliding door.

“Why is it locked?”

“Seriously, Vivi? Probably because of our family.”

I flicked the foyer lights on. Immediately, both women looked at me.

The one who had been picking the lock a second ago started to wave at me. “She looks so scared,”

“Of course she is scared. You’re trying to break into her villa.”

“Hi! We’re Vincent's cousins,” the girl pointed between them. “We. Are. Not. Going. To. Hurt. You. We brought drinks!”

The other woman raised two bottles. “I’m pretty sure she speaks English, Vivi,”

“Then why isn’t she coming?” she tapped the window, waving at me to come to them. “She’s so tiny and cute. She looks like a doll.”

“How has Vincent not crushed her by accident?”

I slide the lock across, unlocking the door.

“Finally!” One woman hugged me as soon as she stepped in.

“Vivi, you’re scaring her.”

“Oh, am I?” She pulled back, holding my shoulders. “I’m Vivienne, but everyone calls me Vivi. Sorry. I’m a hugger.”

The other woman shoved her off me. “And sometimes she is very obnoxious. I’m Evelyn. Harrison’s wife.”

“Oh, good point,” Vivi stepped back in front of me, “Jamison is mine. Have you met them?”

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