Lisa didn’t flinch.
She watched the encrypted feed on her phone, her eyes narrowed as Valarie lounged in her suite like a queen on a throne.
Alice’s voice echoed in her head.
"Lisa’s always had everything. The company. The men. The headlines. I’m done living in her shadow."
Lisa’s throat tightened, but her face stayed cold.
This wasn’t heartbreak.
This was war.
Her phone buzzed again.
Melanie:
“Meet me tomorrow. Same time. Same place. I have evidence that’ll bury Valarie—and Tony.”
Lisa’s fingers hovered over the screen, her lips pressed in a tight line.
She should have felt satisfaction.
She didn’t.
Trusting Melanie was like handing a snake a second chance to bite.
But the enemy of her enemy was now her temporary ally.
Lisa typed back.
Lisa:
“Midnight. Private rooftop aga
