Back then, Melissa thought it was just his stubbornness, or maybe it was an important place to him.
But now?
He had just handed it over to Seraphina… without a second thought.
And not to her, the sister who had grown up beside him in the eyes of the world.
But to Seraphina, whom no one knew, and even Asher called her sister in front of everyone.
It was so humiliating.
Melissa's fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she watched the servants quietly carry Sera's things upstairs.
That room was supposed to be hers. She had waited for it and dreamed of how it would look once she decorated it.
And now it was gone. Just like that.
Because of that damn bitch!
Seraphina stood frozen for a moment.
She didn't know how to respond. A part of her wanted to refuse Asher's sudden kindness. She wasn't ready to believe him yet after the past had taught her that expecting too much from people only brought disappointment.
But then her eyes landed on Melissa.
