Vivan POV
She looked so happy, but how dare she be happy. And Damien... he'd been different too, until I'd gotten in his head, fed him doubts, made him question everything.
Stop it, I told myself. Stop rewriting history.
But I couldn't shake the feeling, the nagging doubt that maybe, just maybe, I'd destroyed something real.
And for what? A few nights with a man who'd never loved me? Who'd used me to avoid his own feelings?
My phone buzzed—a text from an unknown number. I opened it, and my blood ran cold.
It was a photo of me outside Aria's building last week.
The message below read: Stay away from Aria. This is your only warning.
I stared at the screen. Who the hell had sent this?
Another message came through: You've already destroyed enough. Don't make me destroy you.
I threw the phone across the room. It hit the wall and clattered to the floor.
Someone was watching me. Someone knew what I was planning.
But who?
