MIA'S POV
Everything had gone exactly as planned.
I stood there, watching the traitor tremble, the weight of his failure sinking into his bones. He still hadn’t spoken, but it didn’t matter—he would.
Because this was my trap.
The fight. The chaos. My father’s supposed helplessness. Every single part of it had been orchestrated—and he walked straight into it.
I glanced at the brothers, who were still catching up to the reality of the situation. They hadn’t known either.
Their fight had been real, but it wasn’t their own doing.
I had set them up too. Because I want it to look real, though I told them to fight but I didn't tell the reason.
Their argument had been the perfect distraction, drawing everyone’s attention—including the spy’s.
I crossed my arms, a slow smirk curling my
