The Jilted Wife Builds Her Own Empire

h the open doors, blowing her hair wildly across her sweating face. The storm clouds

re out of earshot from the lower floors. Her face instant

more terrifying than

e, wrapped her arms around herself. Her breath clouded in the cold

ped, physically blocki

er voice hoarse and trembli

lieta, locking onto the low stone railing o

iberate flick of Aisha's eyes towa

random. Aisha had maneuvered her here, step by step, from the moment she walked into the b

n hit her a se

t her, her shoulder colli

urprisingly strong beneath her fragile facade, grabbed Julieta by the shoulders with a

inst Aisha's chest, trying to break free from the unexpe

m to force Julieta backward, driving her s

forgiving stone of the low railing. T

ackward to grip the rough stone for balance. Her he

ieta. Her face was mere inches away, her expre

sh is finally taken out," Aisha whispered

The reality of Aisha's true, lethal intenti

om the drop, lifting one foot to ki

hands flat against the

sha shoved Julieta backward with

. Her fingernails scraped uselessly against

ast the point of no return. She

the empty, dark

essness lasted only a fraction of a

soft, wet dirt of the garden below. A sickening thud echoed

. It was a tearing, burning agony that made her entire body convulse. Immediately,

he dark shapes of the massive mansion

ediately began screaming hys

to commit suicide!" Aisha yelled, spinning her rapid

heard th

. The baby. Please. Let the baby be okay. The thought was a prayer, a dema

er consciousness completely fade