Ava speeds through the city, gripping the wheel like it’s the only thing keeping her together. Damian’s betrayal replays in her mind—his touch on Isabella, his words, the way he laughed like she never existed.
Back at the penthouse
She pours a drink, but before she can take a sip—her phone buzzes.
📩 Unknown Number
Unknown
"It hurts, doesn’t it?"
Ava Sinclair(FL)
Who the hell is this?
Unknown
Someone who knows what it’s like to be lied to.
Ava Sinclair(FL)
You led me to him.
Unknown
You deserved to know the truth.
Ava Sinclair(FL)
And now? You think I’ll just cry and move on?
Unknown
No. I think you want revenge.
Ava stares at the words. "Revenge." The thought should scare her, but it doesn’t. It feels… right.
Ava Sinclair(FL)
And if I do?
Unknown
Meet me. Midnight. Warehouse 17.
Ava Sinclair(FL)
** gripping the phone.**
Damian thinks she’ll crumble.
He has no idea what’s coming.
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