ROBERT
I sat in the dark corner of my apartment, staring at the laptop screen with pure hatred burning in my chest. The numbers on the page mocked me. Wesley’s campaign was blowing up, bookings for the stupid Paris Valentine package kept pouring in.
Money was flowing into his accounts like water and influencers were posting about it. Couples were signing up left and right. And worst of all, Natalia seemed to be slipping further and further away from my reach.
My fingers tightened around the glass of whiskey until I thought it might crack. How dare he? How dare that useless fool think he could profit from my plan and then turn his back on me? I had given him everything and now he was living like some kind of hero while I sat here in the shadows.
My phone buzzed on the table. It was Cia
