After wrapping up her shoot, Riya headed to the green room. She sagged into a chair and casually unlocked her phone, only to spot a message from Zachary.
Her back stiffened instantly. It was as if he were somewhere close, watching her every move. Her gaze darted around the room, scanning every corner.
Her stylist approached, makeup tools in hand, ready to begin.
"Come back in a few minutes," Riya said briskly, signaling her to leave.
"Yes, ma'am," the stylist replied politely before slipping out.
After making sure the door was closed, Riya unlocked the message. 'I've heard your parents are planning to marry you into the Lawsons. Feeling great, aren't you?'
A chill rippled through her, as though an icy gust had swept over her skin. Her eyes widened, fear and disbelief wrestling for control.
Her thumbs flew over the screen: 'How did you know?'
