They hadn't seen each other for just over a year, yet Mira's aura and authority had grown terrifyingly strong. Her presence was even more regal than before.
Mishka had told her that Mira was now the head of a massive conglomerate, worth billions of dollars.
Yet, for the past year, Mara had been living in an absolute waking nightmare.
Trapped in the scam compound, she would be starved and beaten the moment she failed to meet her quotas. Later, she was dragged away by that vile madam and thrown into a brothel to serve men.
While her living conditions slightly improved, she was forced to cater to the absolute dregs of society every single night.
I broke myself trying to keep them happy, but if they were even slightly displeased, they'd beat me, kick me, and torture me in every way imaginable...
Now, her body was riddled with diseases, and her days were numbered. Why did Mira still get to live such a glamorous, luminous life? Why?
God was so unfair.
Fortunately, a month ago, the princess of the Balkan Underworld, Mishka, had bought her freedom. What thrilled Mara even more was the chance to exact her revenge before she died.
It didn't matter. No matter how perfect Mira's life was, she was going to die today. At the very least, Mara would infect her with every filthy disease she had, including HIV.
With a little manipulation from Mishka, the whole world would believe Mira was promiscuous and rotting with illness.
Before Mira died, Mara wanted to drag her off her pedestal and make her taste the agony of utter ruin and global humiliation.
Today would be the turning point that destroyed Mira Mercer's destiny forever...
As Mara spiraled in her own thoughts, she heard the extraordinarily handsome man across from her speak up. "Mishka, you couldn't handle the fact that I rejected you, so you take your anger out on innocent people?"
Hank was the first to break the silence.
This entire mess had technically started because of him, but he was a victim here too. What kind of horrific luck did he have to be targeted by a monster like her?
"She's standing next to you, which makes her your sister. I certainly don't have one."
Mira shot back smoothly, stalling for time. She wanted to buy York and his team every possible second to rescue Natalie. If this standoff ended too quickly, Mishka's guards might reinforce the compound.
"You're asking for death! Mara is nothing but a used plaything! How dare you suggest she's fit to be my sister?\nKeep talking nonsense, and I'll have them rip your mouth off before they kill you."
Mishka flared with rage.
Mara gritted her teeth. ...You stupid bitch, can't you tell friend from foe? You're arguing with Mira, why the hell are you insulting me?
Though she screamed it in her mind, Mara didn't dare say a word against Mishka's abuse.
While Mishka was losing her temper, Mira remained perfectly calm. She drew out her words leisurely. "Oh? You want to rip my mouth off?"

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