Biana’s POV.
“You fix this! Do you hear me?!” I shrieked into my phone, my fingers gripping the sleek casing so hard the glass threatened to c***k. “I don’t care how many records you have to wipe or who you have to bribe! Make it look like a misunderstanding! Make it look like someone had falsely pinned this on Vance!”
“But Luna Biana, if Alpha Raymond digs any deeper, he’ll find out that you—”
The panicked voice on the line tried to interject, but I cut him off without hesitation.
“If Vance falls, he will talk,” I snarled into the phone. “And if his mouth opens, the trail leads straight to my family’s accounts! Clean it up now!”
I slammed the end-call button and hurled the phone onto the velvet sofa, trembling violently.
Panic was a cold, cruel beast inside my chest. I had too much
