This isn’t random.
This isn’t collateral damage.
This is a targeted move.
And she doesn’t even know she’s been chosen.
I stare at the frozen frame on the screen — Lionetti’s face calm, confident, certain the world will bend the way it always has for him.
He has no idea.
No idea that the moment he said her name, he crossed a line he can’t uncross.
Because this is where it all begins.
And I will not be too late
5
“I need retail therapy,” Jenna snapped, sliding her sunglasses down her nose as she stepped into the backseat. “Because this man is pissing me off today.”
Sarah laughed nervously as the chauffeur shut the door, the quiet thud sealing them inside the Rolls-Royce Phantom. The leather smelled expensive. Everything about the car did.
“I miss him,” Jenna added, already scrolling her phone.
Sarah’s eyes wandered, taking in every polished detail, the starlit ceiling, the smooth ride. “Damn, Jen… nice car.”
Jenna smirked, adjusting her hair in the mirror. “Thanks. Daddy gifted it to me for my birthday. It’s not every day his only daughter turns thirty-five.”
She laughed softly, like it was cute. Like it was nothing.
“I want to stop at Hermès before we head home,” she continued. “Izzy’s taking me out tonight. And I hope he has something good planned, because lately? He’s been getting on my last nerve.”
She scoffed, irritation flashing in her eyes.
“And now I’m hearing he’s still tangled up with Rebecca. Supposedly he’s just dragging it out—trying to ruin her slowly.” Jenna rolled her eyes. “I don’t care. I’m done waiting for him to let her go.”
She leaned back, crossing her legs. “She supposedly broke up with him after catching us leaving the bar lastweek. But honestly? That bitch has no idea who she’s fucking with.”
Sarah stiffened.
“She either steps aside,” Jenna said calmly, almost bored, “or I’ll make sure she disappears from the picture. Izzy should’ve been mine from the beginning.”
Her jaw tightened.
“And if she’s still standing in my way,” Jenna added casually, “I’ll talk to my dad. He’ll take care of it. He always does.”
Sarah let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head. “Come on, Jen. Is he worth all this stress? You’re going to get wrinkles.”
Jenna turned slowly.
The smile was gone.
“You don’t understand,” she said coldly. “He’s sexy. He’s smart. He loves me. And he belongs to me.”
Her eyes narrowed. “So yes. He’s worth it.”
The rest of the ride passed in silence.
