CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE...

UNKNOWN POV.

Fate was a real bitch.

Even after everything I had done to Vladimir, to make him miserable and wish for death. He keeps coming back up even when you think he can't. And now he has a mate.

AGAIN! I threw my wine glass at the wall sending the wine spilling all over the plush rug but I couldn't care less about the damage. I was seething with rage.

I had to do something. I need to do something. I can't let him think even for a split second that he can ever be happy. Not while I am alive to do something about it.

I smirked walking towards the bottle of wine to pour myself another glass. I had a spectacular idea.

Oh Vladimir, better watch out because I am coming again and not even fate can stop me.

Rolling the wine glass in my hand, I sat on the armchair picking up my phone.

It's time to call her. I need to get started on my plan.