Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

When I forgot my laptop and she had her hands on it.

That's when it clicks.

That's when they accessed the file.

When they rewrote my article.

That's when everything went to shit.

Not in the city. Not at the office.

In that resort. In that hallway. When I handed my vulnerability-the contents of my

soul to a fucking stranger.

Not a stranger.

Brooke's maid.

Brooke.

Fucking Brooke.

She orchestrated everything.

She made Lady Celeste die. She used her. Like she used me. She knew. She watched me bleed and played therapist until I

gave

her what she needed. And then she used it to burn me alive.

She fed me all the lies to doubt Enoch's love. So I'd still write the article. She ruined Enoch in me so I would betray him and when I did, I handed the reins to her.

The article wasn't leaked. It was handed over.

Weaponized.

By her.

My fingers curl around the photo, crinkling the edges, I stare at the face I saw for two seconds in that hallway, but now it's seared into my memory.

"Fucking bitch," I mutter under my breath, shaking.

Liam's voice is far away now, as if I'm hearing it underwater. Enoch doesn't say anything either. Maybe he's still "resting" Or maybe he's listening to every single breath I take from across the room because I know damn well that man could hear a pin drop from a mile away if it involved me.

And this is going to fucking explode.noveldrama