Chapter 288 Lucy Gets Into Trouble

• Lucy paced back and forth in her small, dimly lit apartment, her eyes wild with desperation. Her once immaculate hair was now tangled and matted, and dark circles underlined her frantic, bloodshot eyes. She had nothing left—no money, no friends, no family. They had all turned their backs on her, leaving her to rot in her own misery. But one thing remained: the mate mark. The bond she shared with Isaac was the last thread connecting her to any sense of belonging, and she wasn’t about to let Eleanor, a mere human, take that away from her.
• Her lips curled into a snarl as she thought about Isaac’s rejection. The way he looked at her, with disgust in his eyes, still haunted her. He had chosen her—Eleanor—over Lucy. The thought made Lucy’s skin crawl. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, drawing thin lines of blood.
• “He’s mine,” she hissed under her breath, her voice dripping with venom. “And I’ll make sure he comes back to me.”