Thomas’s breath hitched, the weight of Samantha’s words pressing down on him like a crushing boulder. His fists trembled at his sides, anger and dread swirling into a storm he couldn’t quite control. For a moment, he stared at her, the familiar face now a mask of cold menace, and felt the icy grip of helplessness tighten around his chest.
“You—” he managed to rasp, voice trembling with a mixture of fury and despair. “You’ll regret this, Samantha. Whatever game you’re playing, it ends now.”
Her smile widened, her eyes gleaming with dangerous amusement. “Oh, Thomas. I don’t think so. Not yet. You see, I’ve already begun orchestrating things behind the scenes. It’s only a matter of time before everyone sees who you really are—who you’ve always been. And when that happens, you’ll wish you’d
