LILA's POV
I stared at my phone, the “call ended” message mocking me from the screen.
My entire body trembled with rage and disbelief.
She had evidence. How did she get those evidences?
I paced across my apartment, my mind racing. The photographer, the Hotel, the text messages, the whole plan! Just how had she found all of that? I’d been so careful, so discreet.
“No,” I whispered to myself. “No, no, no!”
I grabbed a glass from my bar cart and hurled it against the wall.
It shattered with a satisfying crash, but the brief release did nothing to calm the storm building inside me.
All that planning, all that money, all those carefully laid schemes had become useless.
Worse than useless.
Alina had turned it all against me.
The recording of our conversation especially made my blo
