Arlene
I jabbed the elevator button harder than necessary, my fingers trembling with barely contained fury.
I had had enough of Mirela’s games, enough of her interference, her manipulation, her constant scheming against me as if my very existence threatened her carefully curated world.
She had gone too far this time, publicly attempting to discredit my relationship with Liam, questioning the legitimacy of my children, and trying to control the board’s decisions regarding my marriage.
She needed to be put in her place.
The elevator ride to the penthouse was silent except for the faint hum of the machinery, but my mind was anything but quiet. I was already planning my next move.
I hadn’t found the evidence I needed to silence her completely, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t ready to destr
