Chapter Fifteen: The Perfect Lie
Racheal’s POV
The drive home from the black glass tower felt like a journey through a nightmare. My hands were shaking so violently against the steering wheel that I had to pull over twice just to catch my breath. The image of Selena kissing Alexander’s cheek burned in my mind like a hot iron. It wasn't just the jealousy; it was the realization of how high the stakes had become. Alexander was playing a game of psychological chess, using his wealth and his past and even his supposed fiancée to pin me into a corner. He wanted me to break. He wanted me to scream the truth at him just to make the pressure stop.
I finally pulled into my apartment complex, the rain turning into a heavy, rhythmic drumming on the roof of my car. I sat there for a long moment,
