Mirela
Nothing infuriated me more than watching a perfectly laid plan unravel before my eyes. That little brat Arlene had managed to worm her way out of the trap I’d set with such precision.
I watched her walk past me, her anger practically radiating off her, enough to burn the air.
The announcement of her pregnancy was meant to ruin everything. I clenched my fists as I walked into my private lounge, the distant hum of the party barely audible in the background.
Liam.
Something was off. There was more to his sudden announcement than met the eye. Why would he choose to make such a statement about their relationship tonight? Why had I not seen them together at all since Arlene’s return?
I reached for my phone and dialed Fiona, my assistant. Her sharp efficiency was the only thing keepi
