CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN:UNHOLY ALLIANCES
After leaving Arielle’s apartment… The night air was cool, but Nina’s blood was boiling. She hadn’t stopped shaking since she left Arielle’s apartment. Not from fear—from fury. Frances was bad enough, but knowing Julienne was part of this? That smug, manipulative viper had been slinking around like she owned the place, pretending to play nice while stabbing Arielle in the back. It made Nina sick. And worse, Damien still didn’t know. She pulled out her phone, brows tight with thought. There was only one person she could call right now—someone who knew how to get beneath the surface, someone who didn’t miss a beat and wouldn’t ask stupid questions. Someone with enough access to find out anything about anyone if given a good reason. She scrolled through her contacts until she found the
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