Damien's POV
The tension in the house was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. I felt it radiating from Aria every time we were in the same room, a current of unresolved emotions that crackled in the air between us. Vanessa had gone completely MIA since Vail's video went viral, radio silent. We were waiting for her response, her inevitable counterattack, before we posted the next piece of ammunition.
"I'm so nervous about this. Are you sure this is going to work in our favour?" Vail asked, sipping her orange juice. She'd dropped the Jamaican accent now that we were alone, her voice clear and American.
"Well, I know it will. Vanessa is a scorned woman, I won't deny that, but she doesn't have what it takes to fight as much as she wants to. I'm talking about finances." I leaned bac
