Alex sat in a shadowed corner, a glass of whiskey cradled in his hand, the amber liquid catching the light as he swirled it. His mind buzzed, not with the chatter around him... senators, CEOs, Hollywood royalty... but with the delicious trap he'd set.
Sophia, his ex, the golden girl who'd crushed him, was on her way to his new mansion at 9 PM, walking straight into his trap.
And Victoria, her mother, would be there, tangled in his arms, claiming every room as theirs.
Lilith's voice purred in his mind, dripping with evil delight. "You're evolving, Alex. Inviting Sophia to your new home while you're entertaining her mother? Exquisite. I can't wait to watch."
"It'll be interesting to watch. Really interesting." Alex's lips curved into a smirk, his thoughts dark and gleeful. "I want to see despair in Sophia's face when she walks in, sees her world crumbling."
