Aliya’s POV

“Where are you? You’ve got to see this,” Wellington’s voice came through, urgent but measured.

“I’ll be there in five,” I replied, ending the call and tossing my phone onto the passenger seat without hesitation.

This morning, I had woken up with a smile stretching across my face and a detailed plan already set in motion. 

Tonight’s Christmas Gala was supposed to mark the start of everything I had carefully prepared for. But before any champagne toasts or fake smiles, I needed to visit Camille’s grandmother. The evidence she possessed could go a long way in finally putting that monster Vinichi behind bars.

But as I approached the...