Annabelle froze.

Her pulse spiked. Her lungs forgot how to breathe.

So it was true.

Richard's puppet.

The one who slithered into Hazel's life and now stood smugly dressed in a tailored suit-pretending.

Everything clicked like puzzle pieces in her brain.

The way Richard had such damning leverage over her...

The mysterious video of Hazel in a compromising moment with her then-boyfriend...

Jordan.

He had been the bait. The leak. The traitor.

And Richard? The puppeteer pulling every damn ...