Chapter 32 Plan

• The air was tense as Zander and I sat across from each other in the dimly lit café, the quiet murmur of patrons around us barely registering. The weight of what we were planning pressed heavily on my chest, but I knew there was no turning back. The betrayal we both faced had created a bond, an unspoken understanding that this wasn’t just about revenge—it was about reclaiming the control stolen from us.
• “This has to look real, Victoria,” Zander said, breaking the silence. His tone was measured, but his piercing gaze left no room for doubt.
• I nodded, my hands tightening around the cup of tea I hadn’t touched. “I know. But we can’t go too far. I don’t want Ethan involved in this.”