Michael lurked in the shadows like the predator he was.

Despite his blind hatred, when he saw all the security around Elizabeth, he understood that it wouldn't be that easy.

Just seeing her smiling, cynical face, her blonde curls, which made her look angelic when she was nothing more than a whore's daughter, filled him with a hatred that made his blood boil.

She was a dazzling and beautiful woman who could even rival Nagy, but what she carried inside that pretty package was pure evil and darkness.

Michael had hidden his presence in the darkness and saw a chance to get close, just one, just a second for all the killer in him to come out of his prison.

That opportunity came when Elizabeth stepped away from the crowd, with her personal guards, and said she was going to the bathroom for a second.

The difficult thing about approaching this woman is that, knowing that she had so many enemies, too many people who coveted her for various things, she never walked alone, nor unprotected, but th