Amara's POV
"You're not gonna believe this," I said, clenching the printouts so tight my knuckles turned white.
Isabel looked up from her seat on the edge of the couch. Her face was a picture of exhaustion and scepticism. "What now, Amara? Because honestly, I don't know if I can take any more surprises today."
I flung the papers onto the coffee table between us. They scattered messily, the damning evidence staring up at her. "That's not just drama, Is. It's proof. Proof that Jaxon's dad is pulling the strings. Those photos? They're staged."
Her brow furrowed as she reached for the top sheet, but her hand froze midair. "And how exactly did you find this?
I let out a sigh, dropping into the chair opposite her. "It wasn't easy. You know how I hate playing detective, but something wasn't
