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Bianca’s POV
The low hum of the afternoon lull drifted through the room as Jenny and I sat across from each other, an unspoken understanding thickening the air between us. The plan had taken shape in my mind, piece by piece, each detail carefully calculated. Lia had lingered in Finn’s life far too long, a thorn in my side and a threat to the future I deserved. If Lia was going to stand in my way, she needed to be removed—permanently.
Jenny shifted in her seat, studying me with that sharp, almost predatory look I’d come to expect from her. She wasn’t the woman I used to know; there was something harder, colder in her gaze now. But then again, maybe that’s why she was perfect for this plan.
"So, what’s next?" she asked, a hint of impatience in her voice. "We’ve gone over the details, Bianca. We’ve done the groundwork. When do we actually make this happen?”
A thin smile crept over my lips. "Soon, Jenny. Very soon. I’ve already put someone on this. I’m just waiting for an update."
As if on cue, my phone buzzed on the table. I glanced down at the screen and felt a jolt of satisfaction. It was one of the guys I’d hired to handle the mess that was Lia. Perfect timing.
I answered, keeping my voice low. “Yes?”
“Bianca, we’re set. Just need final instructions and the go-ahead,” the man said, his tone curt, businesslike. He’d been in this line of work long enough to know when to keep his questions to a minimum.
“Good. Meet me at the clearing behind the old church in an hour,” I replied, my voice laced with cold efficiency. “We’ll finalize everything there.”
I hung up, feeling the pulse of adrenaline course through me. Finally, after all the planning and all the frustration of watching Lia worm her way into Finn’s life, we were on the brink of getting what we wanted.
Jenny raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Was that him? Our ‘solution’ to the Lia problem?”
“Yes,” I confirmed, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “I’m meeting him soon to go over the final details.”
Jenny leaned forward, a glint of excitement in her eyes. “Good. Then I’m coming with you. We’re in this together, remember?”
For a moment, I considered turning her down—this wasn’t her fight, not directly, and if things went sideways, I didn’t want her getting in the way. But as I met her determined gaze, I knew there was no use arguing. She was just as invested in Lia’s removal as I was.
“Fine,” I said with a nod. “But keep it discreet. We can’t afford any mistakes.”
She gave me a wicked smile. “You can count on me.”
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Lia’s POV
I lay stretched out on my bed, letting the quiet wash over me. The past few days had been chaotic, the pressure of the impending wedding looming larger than I’d expected. Finn and I were supposed to get married in two days, yet my heart felt heavier with each passing moment. I didn’t know what I was waiting for—some clarity, maybe, or a sign that this was truly what I wanted. But that certainty eluded me, leaving only a hollow ache.
The quiet knock on my door startled me, and before I could respond, Finn walked in. His expression was softer than usual, a strange combination of calm and something else—something almost cautious.
“Lia,” he greeted, coming to sit on the edge of the bed beside me. “How are you feeling?”
I gave him a small smile, hoping to mask the confusion still lingering in my mind. “Just… resting. Trying to take in everything before the big day.”
He nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “I thought we could talk about the wedding. Make sure we’re on the same page.”
“Of course,” I replied, sitting up and giving him my full attention. There was a look in his eyes, something searching, almost as if he were trying to read the hidden thoughts behind my expression.
“Lia,” he began, his tone cautious. “I want to make sure this is truly what you want. That you don’t feel… pressured in any way.”
I forced myself to hold his gaze, sensing the careful probing beneath his words. “I agreed to marry you, Finn,” I said, my voice steady. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think this was right for us.”
He nodded slowly, but I could see he wasn’t entirely satisfied. “It’s just… sometimes it feels like there’s a part of you that’s holding back. I know Bianca can be… difficult, but I don’t want anything clouding your feelings about this.”
I took a breath, choosing my words carefully. “Bianca isn’t the reason for any hesitation, Finn. I… I’ve just had a lot on my mind. This wedding, our future—it’s all happening so fast.”
His expression softened, a hint of relief breaking through his initial concern. “I understand. I just want to make sure that we’re moving forward together, with complete trust.”
I managed a small nod, wishing I could give him more. “I appreciate that, Finn. And I want us to have a future that’s built on trust too.”
For a moment, silence settled between us, comfortable yet fraught with the weight of unspoken questions. But before either of us could say more, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced at the screen, and his expression shifted, becoming more focused.
“I’m sorry, I have to take this,” he said, standing up.
“Is it something important?” I asked, curiosity piqued by the sudden change in his demeanor.
Finn hesitated, glancing back at me. “It’s about the phone found outside the gate. They may have found a clue as to who owns it.”
My heart skipped a beat, though I forced myself to stay calm. “Oh? I didn’t think they’d find much.”
He gave a small shrug. “Neither did I. But we’ll see. I’ll let you know if there’s anything worth mentioning.”
I nodded, watching him as he left the room, his figure disappearing into the hallway. The door clicked shut behind him, and I sat there, my mind spinning.
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