"Eliana could slip," Bianca continued smoothly. "Lose her footing. Tragic. Unfortunate. No witnesses, no suspicion. Just grief… and opportunity."
The silence that followed was thick.
Then Sarai's lips parted into a slow, dangerous smile.
That did it.
Her possessiveness surged, old jealousy roaring back to life. Ever since news of Eliana's marriage to Rafael had broken, Jason had vanished from her life like she'd never existed. Blocked her calls. Ignored her messages. And when she'd finally cornered him, he'd snapped, "Stay away, Sarai. I don't want Eliana getting the wrong idea about us when I win her back."
Win her back.
As if Eliana—soft, naïve Eliana—was some prize he deserved more than Sarai ever did.
Her nails dug into her palm.
