My brother hurt me. Alex hurt him. Somehow, I’m still the villain.

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Lily's PoV

The incessant buzzing of my phone shattered the fragile remnants of my sleep. I had been ignoring the calls for over an hour, hoping the persistent caller would take the hint. But some people never learn.

I groaned, stretching my stiff limbs against the sheets soaked with Alex’s scent. His presence lingered on the pillows I’d clung to in my dreams—beautiful, dangerous dreams of us.

“Ugh, for Christ's sake," I muttered as the phone buzzed again. Reluctantly, I checked the screen. Thirty missed calls from Rena, fifteen from Tiffany, and a staggering sixty from my...