Elara pov
The moment the call ended, I nearly threw my phone across the room.
“She’s coming back.”
The words echoed in my head like a curse.
My fingers curled tightly against the edge of the desk, my nails digging into the polished wood as anger surged through me—hot, suffocating, uncontrollable.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
I had everything planned.
Everything.
For days, my spies had been feeding me updates—every move Celyne made, every call, every attempt she made to leave this house. I knew when she packed her bags. I knew when she booked the ride. I knew when she stepped out, thinking she was finally free.
And I had smiled.
Because for once, she was making things easier for me.
Leaving on her own meant I wouldn’t have to get my hands dirty.
But now?
Now Alexander
