The shift in Deyonjay Stone’s demeanor was abrupt, a sudden return to the cold, merciless man Krissan Jarrett had come to fear. The days of false kindness evaporated like mist under the harsh glare of his disdainful gaze. He no longer feigned compassion or concern; instead, he reveled in tearing down the walls of her resilience, brick by brick.
“You were always just a pawn, Krissan,” Deyonjay sneered, his voice a venomous whisper that echoed through the dimly lit room. “A weak pig, unworthy of your father’s empire.”
Krissan’s jaw clenched, her hands balling into fists at her sides. She had known this moment would come—the inevitable return of Deyonjay’s true nature, a predator reveling in the torment of his prey.
“You thought you could replace your father,” Deyonjay continued, pacing be
