Arlene
“Sarah again?” I muttered the moment the cool evening breeze swept through me as I stepped into the mansion grounds.
Not only had Mirela taken Sarah as an ally, but she was also using my father’s property to carry out her mischief.
Just like in Hawaii, Sarah had been a thorn in my flesh, and now she was doing the same thing here in Las Vegas.
Hawaii had been bad enough with Sarah constantly getting in my way, but now in Las Vegas, she was repeating history.
But I was no longer Yasmin Lee. I was Arlene Gomez, the first daughter of a powerful man and a woman who always gets what she wants.
A woman who would eradicate every obstacle, regardless of what or whom it is.
If it hadn’t been for Liam, things would have spiraled out of proportion, and I’d be buried in an avalanche of de
