Chapter 75 The Truth Doesn't Stay Buried

• Imani sat in front of her vanity, the lights casting a cruel glow on her reflection. Her eyes, once soft and flirtatious, now burned with icy determination. She dragged a fresh coat of red lipstick across her mouth — bold, defiant, dangerous. The color of war.
• She had spent the night replaying every detail of Zara and Regan’s party. Every laugh, every kiss, every whisper shared between them on the dancefloor. The image looped in her mind like a tormenting reel. They looked… in love.
• But love was fragile. And she knew exactly where to strike.