Chapter 417

• Lily leaned against the iron bars of her cell, a smug smile playing on her lips. "What did you think?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement. "That you could keep harming Pedro without him ever finding out?" She tilted her head slightly, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Honestly, I’m surprised none of you ever questioned Morgan’s condition."
• Uncle Noel’s stomach twisted as realization hit him like a punch to the gut. Damn it. He had been so confident in their plan, so sure of their control over the situation, that he never stopped to consider the possibility of Pedro striking back. His arrogance had blinded him, and now they were paying the price.
• Looking back, the signs had been there all along—right in front of him, plain as day. The way Pedro’s demeanor had shifted. The way he had smashed that bottle in anger. His sudden decision to marry Aida. The way he locked her in his room. The intense look in his eyes when he drank that drugged liquor.