All Chapters of Tailored For Mr Alpha's Lust : Chapter 131 - Chapter 135

 GIA O’LEARY  I held my breath as I took the video, keeping my phone low and steady. My hands were shaking, but I didn’t stop until I captured everything: the powder, the way she poured it into the herbs, and how quickly she stirred it like she’d done it a hundred times before. My stomach turned. Why? Why would she do something like that? What exactly was in that powder? I slowly stepped back and pressed the stop button. Then I slipped my phone into my pocket and drew in a deep breath. My heart was pounding in my chest. I needed her to think I hadn’t seen anything. I needed to play this carefully. If she sus

GIA O'LEARY I spotted Tara the moment I walked into the café.She sat in the far corner by the window, wearing all black like she was mourning someone. A sleek turtleneck, dark jeans, black gloves, and a face cap that shadowed most of her face. She looked like she’d either lost someone or was about to bury something, maybe her conscience, though I doubted she had one to begin with.I smirked to myself.I walked toward her, not rushing, letting each step echo on the floor as I passed a few half-filled tables. She looked up just as I reached her. Her lips curled into something that tried to look like a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. I didn’t give her a greeting, and I sure as hell didn’t ask how she was doing. I just pulled out the chair and sat.Her head tilted slightly. “Gia,” she said like she hadn’t been plotting my downfall. “You look… well.”I didn’t answer, I just shrugged. Her voice was sugar-laced, but I’d bitten into that candy before. It always came with poison in the

GIA O'LEARY I slammed the door shut harder than I meant to, the folded picture crumpled in my fist. My chest was burning, not from exhaustion, not even from pain. Just anger. Sharp, bitter, untamed anger.Tara.If she stood in front of me right now, and I had the chance, I wouldn’t even need words. I’d end her. Quietly, efficiently, without a blink of hesitation.I stormed into my room, threw the picture on the desk, and began pacing. My thoughts were a mess, circling around the situation. Why now?Why, when I was still trying to get a grip on Alan’s secrets, did I have to deal with this?I hated that I had to divide my focus. I hated feeling like someone had a string tied to each limb, pulling me in different directions, trying to tear me apart.I marched to the bathroom, undressed quickly, and stepped into the cold shower without thinking twice. I let the icy water run over my skin until my breath calmed, until the pounding in my head faded a little.I thought taking a cold shower