Lolita was miserable; she had lost control over the Damien family and lost her freedom. What disappointed her even more was that she would be forced to marry the b*stard, Grady in a few days.

‘How could this happen to me? What did I do wrong? Why is God punishing me?’

The more Lolita thought about it, the more depressed she became. At the same time, Darryl appeared in her mind. ‘If Darren was here, would he help me?’

Lolita shook her head and dismissed the thought. ‘Darren killed my grandfather. Why am I thinking about him?’

Suddenly, mischievous laughter came from outside the door. Then, Grady appeared on the window sill with a triumphant look on his face.

“What are you doing here? Get out!” cried Lolita in disgust as she trembled with rage. ‘This b*stard! He’s the reason I’m so miserable.’

Grady was not panicked when he noticed how angry Lolita was.

“Tsk, tsk! Lolita, you’re so fierce even under such circumstances. Let’s face it, after the Holy Light Ceremony, I’ll be holding