Amelia POV
The holiday was over.
As I packed my suitcase, I murmured to myself, "It was good… and bad."
Good because, for three days, I was free from Rebecca's cruel taunts, her icy stares, and the suffocating weight of living under her roof. Bad because Maxwell's words from last night still echoed in my mind, leaving a lingering sense of dread.
Victoria was back. A woman from his past.
And if there was one thing I'd learned about her, it was that she didn't just disappear. She was like a shadow—always lurking, waiting, watching and she was dangerous. The question wasn't if she'd strike again. It was when.
I sighed, shaking off the uneasy feeling as I zipped my suitcase shut. Dwelling on Victoria wouldn't help me now. The real battle awaited me in Los Angeles—with Rebec
