LAURA

How the story starts is not always how it ends. Whichever way, there will always be a price to pay for betrayal!

The booming bass of the music reverberated through the crowded club house, where the party was in full swing. The dance floor was packed with people swaying to the rhythmic beats, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony with the music. The air was filled with the scent of alcohol and sweat, a heady mix that only added to the electrifying atmosphere of the night.

I sat at a corner of the club, my eyes scanning the room eagerly for any sign of my boyfriend. He was supposed...