Lyla’s POVI paced back and forth across the balcony of my bedroom, my pink nightgown fluttering around me like a fragile, rose-colored cloud. The luxurious furnishings of my room seemed to mock me, the grand, king-sized bed with its plush, velvet comforter, the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, the expensive artwork adorning the walls.But I didn't notice any of it. My mind was consumed by one thing: the phone call I was waiting for.I fidgeted with my phone, my fingers drumming a restless rhythm against the screen. I had done it. I had actually done it. I had hired someone to kill Stephanie.I thought about it. I knew I had crossed a line, a line that I could never uncross. But I had been driven by desperation, by a desire for revenge against Brian, against Stephanie, against the world that seemed to be conspiring against me.I stopped pacing and leaned against the railing of the balcony, staring out into the night. The city was spread out before me, a twinkling expanse o
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