Lena Watson
Rayian's younger brother had arrived, his presence cheerful yet calculated. But I wasn’t fooled—there was an ulterior motive behind his sudden visit. He had made it clear that he was willing to help us, but in return, he wanted something.
What could he possibly want?
I intended to use this sour advantage to my benefit. As I locked the door behind him, my gaze lingered on his reflection in the window. He was undeniably handsome, but not as breathtaking as Rayian.
Rayian.
How had I not noticed it sooner? Rayian was the man from the bar. The realization sent a ripple of unease through me. If he put the pieces together, would he tell Emma?
Emma.
I clenched my fists. She always got the best of everything—love, admiration, a life that should have been mine. But no
