Mia
I stared at the screen– 'It’s Stacy. We need to talk.'
I didn’t move. My heart pounded so loud.
Owen sat up behind me, brushing his hand over my back. “What is it?”
I held up my phone without speaking. He read it. Then exhaled sharply. “This is a bluff, she doesn't know anything.”
I turned around, still gripping the phone. “You don’t know that.”
“She doesn’t have anything. She’s pissed, maybe suspicious, but this? This is a scare tactic.”
I bit my lip. “Or maybe she saw us. Maybe she knows. Maybe she had someone keeping tabs on you."
“Mia relax,” he said gently, brushing my hair behind my ear. “Even if she does, what’s she going to do? Tell my dad? The board? She’s not going to be unaffected in all of this."
“She’s your fiancée,” I snapped. “And we're the villains in this. She
