9:15 AM. Selene’s Guest Room.

Sophia paced the small, elegantly decorated guest room, her phone burning a hole in her hand. Through the thin walls, she could hear Selene in the living room, calmly making a call to her broker, already pivoting, already moving on to the next long-term strategy.

“We wait,” Selene had said.

Sophia stopped pacing and glared at her reflection in the mirror. Wait? Wait for what?

Damian’s speech was playing on a loop in her head. The way he had stood there, so arrogant, so protective. He had turned Aria boring, chubby, desperate Aria into a tragic heroine. And the internet was eating it up. The...