Delilah stared at herself in the mirror.
Red lips. Diamond earrings. Perfect posture. But something behind her eyes had cracked.
She’d spent years mastering her role—Damien’s ghost. The woman before Elira. The one everyone forgot to fear.
But now, she was here.
Valencia.
And Delilah hated how easily the woman walked into every room like she owned it. Like they weren’t on the same side. Like she wasn’t just another ex, playing a part in this spiraling drama.
They were supposed to be allies.
But even Delilah could taste the venom brewing between them.
Valencia arrived that afternoon, unannounced.
As always.
The front doors opened like a ceremony, and there she was—dressed in blood red, heels silent on the marble, smile weapon-sharp.
“Delilah,” she purred, eyes trailing over her li
