In the hotel, Quincy's heart raced as the ominous sound of footsteps approached from outside.

Using Dorothy's life as leverage over Everett was like dancing on the edge of a cliff. To say she wasn't scared would be a lie. But it was her only shot at gaining scontrol over her life. She had no other choice.

The door burst open with a loud bang, hitting the wall before bouncing back slightly. Quincy looked up, meeting Everett's chilling gaze.

suffocate with tension. Despite Everett just staring at her, Quincy felt

body instinctively moved back, trying to put sdistance between them. He only showed his soft and warm side to Dorothy. To Quincy, he was always cold, or looked like he wanted to crush

Everett clenched his jaw, clearly struggling to contain his anger. If he wasn't holding

tone heavy with threat. Quincy knew this was Everett's way of giving her a moment to rethink, but her mind was made up. The moment Dorothy decided to drink that poison, there was no turning

Lopez, I'm only asking for your hand in marriage. I promise, whatever happens between you and Ms. Sanchez, I won't interfere or play the wife card. If you agree, I can ensure you get the antidote monthly. Should anything go wrong, you

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