Natalie Rodrigo sat in the dimly lit confines of her opulent apartment, a glass of red wine cradled delicately in her hand. The city skyline sparkled outside, but her gaze was fixed on the faint reflection in the window—a woman who had clawed her way to the top through sheer determination, manipulation, and ruthlessness.

She tilted the glass, watching the liquid swirl, crimson like the simmering rage that had lived in her heart for years.

Daisy Croft.

The name was a thorn in her side, a bitter reminder of everything she could never have. Daisy’s laughter, her radiant confidence, the effortless way she captured the hearts of everyone around her—it...