Caroline’s POV
I stared at her weak, pathetic self sitting on the cold floor, shivering like a damsel in distress. I could not stand her. She had it all, and what did I have?
Marcus would soon forget all about this b***h and fall in love with me then I would be the Luna of Fircone. Everyone would bow and respect me. I would be treated like a queen, the way I was destined to be.
“Marcus will be mine,” I muttered to myself.
“Please just let me go.” Beatrice kept saying, but I didn’t care because she was not going anywhere. How stupid she had been to think she would ever be an actual fated Luna.
“You aren’t going anywhere,” I told her repeatedly. She looked as if she were going to burst into floods of tears, but it didn’t make me feel guilty. It gave me a buzz of satisfaction knowin
