His Cruel Game, Her Broken Heart

ing on the pavement. She picked up t

ce dripping with fake sweetness. "It's the deed to a vill

la's side. He wrapped his arm aro

y scare you?" he asked, complet

just a little scary," Este

"Let's get you home. I'll

ngle glance back at Kenia. His f

the darkness, the cold

d ID were lying on the ground nearby. He had

gh her contacts until she found a number she hadn't called in a

ore a deep, calm voice

e. "Gael," she choked out. "I l

said, his voice warm and steady

a smile in his voice.

, a woman named Sarah, appeared. She

," she said softly. She handed Kenia a warm pastr

was never real, broke her. The tears she had

took their toll. Kenia collapsed, her fev

refully peeling an apple. He looke

ft. He took her hand. "You scared me.

bered all the times he had taken care of her, all the grand gestures. She on

ws," he said, his voice turning serious. "Don

omething in his eyes.

k to the doctor, sh

es weren't about her. They were about Estella. The media was painting Estella as a victim of

t from Holden's offici

e. I will not let anyone harm her. The pranks

, "Some people will do anythi

directed at Kenia. "Gold-digger." "Ps

o make Estella look like a saint.

to the room, a gent

he said. "What were you going to say to m

ll playing

enia said, h

ned his back to her to answer it, his

Kenia. "You stay here and get better. The charity gala for y

f the room with

ed for her. He had even cut it into l

as allergic to apples. It

e, he had confused them. Or maybe,