Noah’s POV:
Sophie didn’t speak right away.
She just stood there, eyes wide, mouth parted slightly, like my confession had knocked the breath out of her lungs. As if somewhere in her twisted, deluded world, she hadn’t actually expected me to say it out loud.
But I had.
Clear as day.
“Yes,” I had said, looking her dead in the eye. I loved Stacey. No excuses. No hesitation.
The silence between us buzzed.
Then something shifted in her face. The disbelief melted away, and in its place, something darker bloomed. Her mouth closed. Her jaw tensed. And her fingers, those perfectly manicured claws, curled into trembling fists.
“I will have you, Noah,” she whispered, her voice low and eerie, like a curse spoken through clenched teeth. “Even if it takes me destroying every woman in your life.
