~Adele's~

“I made them. And they forget that.”

Adele screams the words as her phone smashes against the far wall and shatters into pieces she doesn’t bother looking at. Her breathing stutters, her heels scrape across her floor, and her nails claw at her temple like she’s trying to pull the rage out of her skull.

The villa is too quiet. Too damn quiet.

She paces like a trapped wolf in her own home, with the gold curtains drawn and the sunlight slicing through like judgment. Every call she makes goes unanswered. Leo…Leo…sent her number to voicemail. Reo blocked her. Blair? That cold, stiletto-wearing witch doesn’t even blink her direction...