Jessica entered the dim room with a smug smile stretching across her painted lips. She strutted in, slow and proud, like she had just won something precious. Rose lifted her head from where she was tied to the chair, her wrists raw from the ropes, her hair sticking to the sides of her face. But her eyes… her eyes still burned.
The moment Rose saw that smile, the words slipped out before she could stop them.
“You bitch.”
Jessica let out a sharp laugh, cruel and delighted, as if she had been waiting for Rose to say it.
“Well,” Jessica replied, folding her arms, “it didn’t take long for your true colors to show. I’ve been plotting against you for a month, Rose. A Month.” She leaned closer, her voice dropping into a vicious whisper. “Did you really think you could take my man and live happ
