Chapter 8He figured it was one of her new games.

Tony shut his eyes, jaw clenched.

At some point, Amore drifted off. Barely sunlight , the sharp ping of notifications woke her.

Still groggy, she reached for her phone. Every app had headlines about Samantha: "Rising Star Samantha Caught in Affair with Married Man", "Wife Attacks Samantha in Explosive Love Triangle", "Mystery Patron Behind June Heart's Rise."

It was everywhere, trending on every major platform.

Amore sat up, wide awake now.

She knew exactly how much Samantha meant to Tony.

When she rushed out of the bedroom, Tony was just ending a call in the living room.

"Tony!" she called out, trotting over. "It's bad. Scandals about Samantha are all over the internet. Shouldn't you have someone take them down?"

"Take them down?" he scoffed. "You really want me to do that?"

Amore froze. Something in his face was wrong—lips tight, jaw clenched, eyes cold with disgust.

"I see," she said quietly. "You think I leaked it."

"Didn't you? You killed Katarina. Now Samantha. Isn't that what you've been after all along? Amore, your cruelty never disappoints."

Every word cut deep. She wanted to ask for proof, but her throat tightened and no sound came out.

After a long pause, she let out a bitter laugh.

What a fool she was to worry that Tony might be upset about Samantha's situation. Whatever she said, he'd always blame her.

Amore's concern probably looked like a performance to him.

Her chest felt heavy, but her face was blank. "If you want to blame me, show me proof first. Otherwise, take it back."

Tony just glared at her in silence. Then his phone rang.

He picked up, his face darkening as the caller spoke. "If the door won't open, break it down. Even a fool knows that. And call an ambulance. Now!"

Amore's stomach dropped.

He hung up and looked at her with sharp, unforgiving eyes. "Samantha tried to kill herself," he said, stressing each word. "You really out did yourself. The last one was her sister. Happy now?"

Her mind went blank. She tried to say something, but he was gone.

She waited at home, calling him again and again. A whole day passed, but he never got back to her.

By morning, she called Bob.

"Mrs. Powers, do you need something?" he asked.

"How is Samantha?"

Bob glanced toward the hospital room. "Ms. Feathers was stabilized, but she's in rough shape. Early this morning, someone barged in, called her a homewrecker, and threw a drink on her. Her manager's helping her clean up now."

Suddenly, Vicky's voice rang out in the background, high and panicked. "Oh no! Samantha's gone!"

Bob spun around and rushed over. "What? You were supposed to be watching over Ms. Feathers!"

Vicky looked stricken. "She said she wanted to shower alone. She seemed fine, so I let her. I didn't realize she was just trying to get rid of me."

Bob's voice rose harshly. "What are you standing around for? Go find her!"

She grabbed the assistant and bolted.

In his panic, Bob forgot to hang up. Amore, still in her bathroom, heard everything through the phone.

They searched the whole hospital and finally found Samantha on the rooftop.

She was perched on the edge, refusing to come down. It was dangerous. Tony was already on his way.

Amore ended the call quietly.

She stared into the mirror, applying her makeup with quiet precision. At the end, she traced her lips with red lipstick.

Then she drove to the hospital.

By the time she got there, the place was swarming with people. Reporters crowded the entrance, pointing cameras at the roof.

If the police hadn't sealed it off, it would've been in complete chaos.

Amore called Bob and went inside.

Samantha was slumped over the railing, hair messy and whipping in the wind.

A sudden gust made her sway, and the crowd below screamed.

What's she doing?!