Emily's POV
After working my way for several years into Adrian's life, the last thing I wanted was for a random woman to step in at the slightest crack, and this Sophia Crane lady seemed to have a good time playing that game. Now it all made sense; I could easily tell her motive now. It was easy—she wanted Adrian, and then she backed me off from the modeling contract. Devilish was not a word I could use to compare. It was tit for tat.
My fingers tapped restlessly against the steering wheel while I watched the whole scene play out in my head. Glancing at my watch, I rolled my eyes. Why did time feel so slow?
A black Bentley pulled up in front of the hotel, and that was my cue to act. Unfastening my seatbelt, I set up and waited for my prey to appear.
"Perfect," I sighed out as soon as I
