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Alina's POV
As I shut the door to my room, I pulled out my phone, dialed a number, and waited. The line rang twice before a deep voice answered on the other end.
"Yes?" he asked, his tone steady.
"Keep an eye on Bianca and Jenny," I instructed, keeping my voice low. "I want to know everything they’re planning, every move they make. Don’t miss a single detail.”
There was a brief pause on the other end. “Understood. I’ll make sure they’re covered. Do you expect them to act soon?”
I took a breath, choosing my words carefully. "Yes. They’re on edge, and when people are desperate, they make mistakes. I want to be one step ahead of them."
“Got it,” he replied, the confidence in his tone reassuring.
I ended the call and slipped my phone back into my pocket, feeling a sense of satisfaction. Everything was in place. I knew Bianca and Jenny were hiding something dangerous, and now I would finally get to the bottom of it. If they thought they could outsmart me, they were in for a rude awakening.
I opened my door, ready to head back to the party, but as I stepped out, I nearly collided with someone. Standing there, as if she had been waiting for me, was Benedicta. Her presence was unexpected, and I felt my guard immediately rise.
“Benedicta,” I said, forcing a polite smile. “What are you doing in the main house? Aren’t you a guest? You should know your place.”
She looked startled but quickly regained her composure, offering me a disarming smile. “Oh, I… I was looking for the bathroom. I must have taken a wrong turn.”
I studied her carefully, noting the way her eyes darted away from mine. “The bathroom is in the other direction.” I pointed down the hall, narrowing my eyes slightly. “Next time, be more careful. It’s easy to get lost.”
Benedicta gave a small nod and headed toward the bathroom. As she disappeared down the hall, I couldn’t shake the feeling that her story was just a little too convenient. The way she avoided eye contact, the excuse of getting lost—it didn’t sit right with me.
I watched her retreating figure, my suspicions growing. In the back of my mind, a thought lingered, echoing with a fierce intensity: I’ll find out what you’re up to, Benedicta. Whatever secrets you’re hiding, they won’t stay hidden for long.
With one last look down the hallway, I shook off the unease and made my way back to the party. The music, the laughter, and the clinking glasses filled the air as I rejoined the crowd, slipping back into the flow of the celebration as if nothing had happened. But my mind was already calculating, plotting the next steps, certain that both Benedicta and Bianca’s games were about to end.
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Luca's POV
As soon as I received the address for Lex’s place, I hit the gas and drove through the quiet streets, my mind racing. Something was off, and I could feel it in the pit of my stomach. The silence on his end, the missed calls—it didn’t add up. Lex was a lot of things, but careless wasn’t one of them.
When I finally reached the house, a chill ran down my spine. The front door was left slightly open, swaying in the night breeze. I stepped out of the car, moving cautiously as I approached the entrance, my senses heightened. There was an eerie stillness that wrapped around the place, a silence that felt unnatural.
Inside, the house was dark except for a dim light coming from the hallway. The scent of something stale hung in the air, making my stomach turn. I didn’t need to go far to sense that something terrible had happened. As I ventured further into the house, I finally saw the bathroom door left ajar, hinting at the gruesome scene within.
The sight was chilling, but I forced myself to stay composed. Lex’s lifeless body was sprawled in the bathtub, the water dark and murky. It was a brutal reminder of the lengths some people would go to in order to silence those who stood in their way.
I took a deep breath, steadying myself as I scanned the room. There were no obvious signs of a struggle, but the silence spoke volumes. Whoever did this wanted to send a message.
I turned away from the bathroom, my mind working quickly. If anyone had left traces, I needed to find them before someone else did. Moving to the main hallway, I spotted a small security camera mounted on the wall. A sense of relief washed over me; maybe there was still a chance of recovering evidence.
But as I moved closer to inspect it, my heart sank. I couldn’t risk leaving a trail for anyone else to follow. Gritting my teeth, I reached up and disabled the camera, effectively erasing any footage that might compromise me—or anyone else who mattered.
Just as I finished, a sudden flash caught my attention. For a split second, the light hit my face, almost like a camera flash. My instincts kicked in, and I spun around, scanning the darkness around me.
Nothing. No footsteps, no voices, just that single flash that left me feeling exposed. It could have been a passerby, or worse, someone waiting for me to make a move. Whoever had taken Lex out might still be nearby, watching, waiting.
I forced myself to remain calm, carefully retracing my steps back to the front door. Every muscle in my body was tense as I slipped outside, moving toward my car, my eyes scanning the area for any sign of movement.
Once inside, I locked the doors and gripped the steering wheel, my pulse pounding in my ears. Whoever was responsible for this wasn’t just a threat to Lex—they were coming after everyone involved, and they were ruthless enough to make it clear.
As I started the engine and pulled away from the house, my mind was already on high alert. I needed answers, and I needed them fast. This was no longer a simple game of strategy; it was a race for survival.
And if someone thought they could take me down that easily, they were about to find out just how wrong they were.
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