Lila was not about to give up easily or a woman who accepted failure gracefully. She paced the living room like a caged predator. The crystal glass she had thrown earlier still lay in shards near the wall, a glittering reminder of her rage. Three weeks of careful planning. Three weeks of manipulating Alex like the eager little puppet he was. And for what? Elena had walked away, yes, but Damien was already trying to crawl back to her. Pathetic.
Alex had failed her. Spectacularly.
She picked up her phone and sent him one final message:
Lila: We’re done. Don’t contact me again. You’re useless.
Then she blocked him.
No loose ends. No sentimental attachments. Lila had learned long ago that men were tools, useful until they weren’t. Alex had become a liability the moment his obsession with
