Chapter 154

• Vanessa's POV
• I reclined on the velvet chaise in my room, a soft chuckle escaping my lips as I stared at my laptop screen. The files were all there—meticulously compiled, cross-checked, and laced with just the right amount of poison. I hadn’t slept all night, not because I couldn’t, but because I didn’t want to. Watching the pieces fall into place in real time was far more thrilling than any dream I could conjure.
• The documents Ivan buried so deep even Jeremy didn’t know about? Dug up.