*JESSE*
I paced my office like a caged tiger. Imagining the sleek, dark walls of the Phantom nightclub closing in on me felt like a sinister twist in a movie script. I glanced at my reflection in the mirrored surface of the bar. Who was this person staring back—this furious woman with fire in her eyes? Jesse, the woman scorned. Jesse, the woman who was about to obliterate everything in sight if it meant getting my point across.
It started as a murmur—just a whisper of news that made my veins boil. Vincenzo had stepped over some invisible line, and the culprit was none other than Adeline, the spoiled heiress with her innocent doe eyes. I had always prided myself on being the one who held the reins in our chaotic world, but this latest development felt like a slap across the face. A wealt
