Russell's POV

I leaned against the cold windowpane of my room, Alina’s words echoing in my mind. “The truth will come out eventually.” She had said it so casually, but the way her eyes pierced mine told me she suspected something. Alina wasn’t stupid, if anything; she was the most cunning person I’d ever met.

But I couldn’t let her unravel this. Not now, not ever.

Pacing the room, I pulled out my phone and dialed one of my guards. “I need eyes on Bianca and Jenny,” I ordered, my voice cold and sharp. “From now on, I want them followed whenever they leave the house. I want to know...