Music pulsed from every corner of the nightclub, wrapped in hues of red and purple neon. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, expensive perfume, and cigarette smoke. In a dimly lit VIP corner, Hunter Jackson sat alone, slumped against the black leather sofa, his eyes empty as they stared at the glass in front of him.

The noise and chaos of the club couldn’t drown out the silence in his mind. His thoughts kept spiraling back to Evalina—her pain, her words, and the unforgivable mistakes he had made.

Across the room, Serena spotted her opportunity. Dressed in a tight black dress that clung to her curves, hair...