Viggo
Rylee is such a headstrong woman, and so full of pride. It's obvious. I offered my help, but she turned me down. As she walked away, concern gnawed at me. I decided to discreetly follow her, to escort her home and ensure everything was alright. When I reached her doorstep, I noticed Jonathan's car parked nearby. I lingered, just in case she needed me. It must be difficult for her to face him now.
My suspicions were confirmed when I saw her emerge from her house in tears, and I approached her. She collided with me, her face a mask of anguish.
"What's wrong?" I asked, my voice filled with concern.
She struggled to compose herself, finally revealing that she had accepted my offer, driven by a recent event that had left her seething.
"I accept. I accept your proposal. I want revenge
