Stella’s POV

I was furious.

No—furious didn’t even begin to describe what I felt.

I’d done everything. Pulled strings. Made calls. Spread whispers that turned into wildfire. I’d made sure the club knew exactly who Freya Madison really was—some low-level charity case pretending she belonged with the rest of us. I even sent that photo to the right forum at the right time. All of it was supposed to humiliate her.

Ruin her.

She ...