My stomach twisted with disgust as Beatrice and Seraphina Sterling barged into my room. Just days ago, these women had treated me like dirt beneath their shoes. Now they stood in my doorway with painted-on smiles, as if our history could be erased on a whim.
"Roman, would you excuse us?" I kept my voice even despite the anger bubbling inside me.
Roman nodded quickly, clearly sensing the tension. "Of course. We'll continue our discussion later." He slipped past Beatrice and Seraphina, throwing me a sympathetic glance before disappearing down the hallway.
Beatrice wasted no time making herself comfortable, settling into a plush armchair without invitation. Her eyes darted around the room, taking inventory of every luxury item.
"My, my, Liam. What a lovely place you have here." Her voice dripped with false sweetness. "The Sterling family's education has certainly paid off. I always knew you had potential."
