The surveillance feed streamed to the secure monitor in the back seat.
I sat in the back seat of a black Lincoln sedan, swirling a glass of vintage red wine between my fingers as I coldly watched the two betrayers strip away the last of their masks.
Without money and power to prop it up, their false love collapsed completely. All that remained was venom as they clawed at each other.
On the surveillance screen, Sarah screamed hysterically and smashed a plate against the wall.
Her once carefully styled blonde hair had lost all its salon polish. It hung dry and frizzy against her cheeks, with none of the radiance she had shown at the gala.
"This gutter of a basement? I didn't follow you to suffer like this! You promised that once you took the trust, you'd buy me an entire mansion on Mayf
