Stella's POV:
It was Leo Bynes.
Even when he smiled, the cruel glint in his eyes remained unchanged.
Seeing him brought back the vivid memory of him forcing my hand to drive the knife into my father's chest.
The image of fresh, red blood splattered before my eyes once more.
Rage and hatred ignited within me, surging through my chest like a breached dam, ready to explode.
My hands instinctively clenched into tight fists, nails digging into my palms.
"Well, well, why aren't you dead yet?" I snarled, my teeth grinding.
Leo sauntered out, hands casually in his pockets, a smirk on his face. "Still holding a grudge? Ms. Bynes, it's been six years. Time to move on. You're 26 now and still scraping by with your looks in this grimy business. One more trip to prison, and you'll be past your
