EVA'S POV
Adele's words rang in my ear a hundred times.
"Trash is trash and at the end of the day, a nobody is a nobody."
I almost had it all at the tip of my fingers. Everything was going to be mine. But she returned. The rage blinded me for a second and I punched into a wall.
I didn't care if my bones shattered, I needed to distract my brain. The pain consuming me came from there. Not my battered hands.
Why? Why had she shown up now? Five years and she had been silent. Has she been plotting this?
"Eva," I heard a familiar voice.
I turned to face her. Milana was frantic as she jogged my way. "What is going on?"
What was going on? My life was about to be over. Unless...
"Milana," I forced a smile and hid my battered hand. "Why are you here? You aren't supposed to be here."
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