Annabelle froze.
Her pulse spiked. Her lungs forgot how to breathe.
So it was true.
Richard’s puppet.
The one who slithered into Hazel’s life and now stood smugly dressed in a tailored suit—pretending.
Everything clicked like puzzle pieces in her brain.
The way Richard had such damning leverage over her…
The mysterious video of Hazel in a compromising moment with her then-boyfriend…
Jordan.
He had been the bait. The leak. The traitor.
And Richard? The puppeteer pulling every damn string.
Annabelle’s blood ran cold.
The weight of betrayal settled like stone in her chest—not just for herself, but for Hazel, who clung to Jordan’s arm like he was her fairytale ending.
Hazel doesn’t know.
She doesn't know that her perfect fiancé is the reason Annabelle is being controlled like a d
