LEILA
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“That whole story… about Damien wanting her dead fabricating a reason” I shook my head.
“That was me.” I take a breath again.
“To manipulate everyone, to make the Alvaro organization a place you can’t escape from, a place you can’t hide from, to make you feel like your life was in constant danger, driving you deeper into the safety net I had created and earn your trust,” I clarified, the cruelty in my voice undisguised now.
“Make you believe I was your savior, your protector and most importantly, making Damien believe she was dead. The lie I fed him after that supposed confrontation, that she hadn't made it, that she was gone. It worked. It made him stop looking. Stop interfering, it cleared the path, so I could get my revenge fully.”
My revenge, not Damien’s.
Mine.
