Bianca’s POV

After Finn had left, I sat alone in the dark, staring into the quiet night outside my window. Every fiber of my being screamed that this wasn’t over—that I couldn’t let it be over. Finn might think he was in control, but I could see the truth: he was slipping through my fingers, drawn to Rose in ways he didn’t even understand.

A dark plan began to take shape in my mind, forming slowly, taking root in the anger and resentment festering inside me. If Rose was going to stand between me and the life I deserved, then I would make sure she paid the price.

I picked...