The Web of Lies

Third-Person POV

Hera sat across from Don Carlo in his private study, her gray eyes locked onto his as she delivered the words that would shake the very foundation of the Creek empire.

"I am Hera Vincent James," she said smoothly, her voice carrying just the right amount of pain and betrayal. "And Aiden was meant to marry me."

Don Carlo leaned back in his leather chair, his sharp eyes narrowing as he took in the woman before him. He had always been an unreadable man, but Hera knew she had struck a nerve.

She pressed on.

"But instead, he went and found my sister, a woman who was never meant to be part of this world….and made her his wife."

The silence in the room grew thick with tension.

Don Carlo's fingers tapped against his desk. "Sister?" he repeated, his voice dangerously low.

Hera nodded, carefully keeping her expression controlled.