"Seraphina Ashworth, why do you get to have so much? Why don't you just die!" Kiera Winters shrieked hysterically, her exquisite makeup twisting into a grotesque mask.
Kiera Winters's hysterical voice echoed through the quiet living room. A bloodthirsty smile curved Seraphina Ashworth's lips.
Caden Reginald's ink-black eyes darkened. 'If his darling didn't want to play, he would've thrown that woman out long ago.'
It's unclear what came to her mind, but a vicious glint appeared in Kiera Winters's eyes. She threw the photo frame in her hand to the ground again before setting her sights on the other frames on the cabinet.
With a sweep of her arm, all the neatly arranged photo frames on the cabinet crashed to the floor in a series of CRACKS and SHATTERS.
