Chapter 20: Playing the Perfect Victim

Mara’s POV

I screamed and hurled the vase against the wall. It smashed into pieces across the polished floor of my room, porcelain and water scattering like something I didn’t care to clean. Ella was still alive. Still standing. Still breathing after everything I had set in motion. The thought made my hands shake with anger.

Those girls—Lora and her friends—had one job. Break her and make sure she never showed her face again. Instead they had ...