Someone sniffed out Elena’s micro howling scroll. Now, angry messages clawed at her screen.
“Spawn of a rapist,” one read.
“Trafficker’s pup,” another growled.
The venom stung, but Elena didn’t flinch. Derrick was right. The pack of showbiz wolves would use this heat to stir chaos. She knew the show runners would twist the story, dragging her through the mud to boost the program’s numbers. Let them try. The more eyes on her, the faster she would strike. This was her hunt, and she was ready.
After bathing, Elena dropped her phone on the night table and climbed into bed. She clicked the light off, letting darkness wash over her. But the silence was cut short. Her phone vibrated.
She squinted at the screen. Lyra’s name flashed across it. A wave of unease swept over her.
She placed the p
