Clara’s POV

What flashed in my mind that night was that Damien was behind this. The break-in, the leaked files, the media storm swirling with half-truths and deliberate lies it all bore his shadow. The precision of it, the cruelty disguised as coincidence, the way my name was dragged through the mud it had his signature written all over it.

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the city’s neon lights slipping through the blinds and painting fractured shapes across my room. My phone kept ...