Chapter 7
Tvor snatched the note in the first instance, his expression dark and stormy. “How dare she leave on her own? How dare she?”
His fury drove him to kick the plaster figurines at his feet. With a loud crash, they shattered into fragments, much like the relationship we once shared. They were broken beyond repair.
“Ives.”
Kind–hearted Rhianne crouched to pick up the pieces, but tyor pushed her away harshly.
“Little El.”
When Ivor turned 18, he started to feel the weight of responsibility as a man. Thus, he crafted the figurines as a symbol of our bond. He hoped that we would stay together forever.
Back then, his love for me was passionate and all–encompassing. Everyone at school knew I had a protector,
one who shielded me from all evil.
Iman was allowed to approach me, much less interact with me.
Then, Rhianne entered the picture. The loving fiancé I grew up with suddenly turned his back on me. He fell head over heels for the so–called “true daughter” of the Shaw family.
I could never grasp why Ivor held such deep affection for her until I visited his office. Only then did I learn the truth.
Even before Rhianne’s identity was restored, he already had eyes for her. She had long been granted unique privileges in his company.
