Oliver's POV
"It's nothing," Aurora stammered, her eyes darting away from mine. "I'm just… I'm stressed over my brother's health. It's been weighing on me."
I watched her closely, my heart heavy with a mixture of pity and burning cold anger. I knew she was lying. The way her hands shook, the way she couldn't meet my gaze, and the sudden, panicked mention of Cassey—it all painted a clear picture. She wasn't just stressed; she was terrified.
And I knew exactly why.
I nodded slowly, pretending to buy the lie. "I understand. It's been a lot for you lately."
I glanced back down at my phone. Cassey was blocked, yes, but the bitch was persistent. She had used a private, untraceable number to bypass my filters. I had seen the notification just as I stepped out of the shower: a series of photos titled, "See where your little slut was found."
The images were of Aurora, her temple bandaged, looking haunted as she stepped out of the club.
