ALINA IS BACK
The Game Isn't Over Alina stood in front of the mirror of her high-rise apartment, her fingers toying with a single diamond earring as she stared at her reflection—not out of vanity, but calculation. The city lights flickered behind her like silent spectators. Her expression was calm, almost cold, but her eyes... they burned with something dangerous. Something unresolved. "You all thought I'd just disappear, didn't you?" she whispered to her reflection, voice soft as silk and twice as sharp. "But I'm not done yet." Her phone buzzed on the vanity. She picked it up and swiped the screen. Anonymous Number: Are you still interested? Alina's lips curled into a slow, venomous smile. She typed her reply: Always. She still remembered that night—the night Katie's face had made the front page
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