Callie POV
I paced the length of my bedroom like a caged animal, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. The Voss estate felt too small tonight, suffocating under the weight of my rage. Asher’s cold warning still echoed in my ears: *Stay away from Hazel or you’ll regret it.*
He had chosen her side. Over me. His fiancée.
The humiliation was unbearable.
Nylah lounged on my velvet chaise, flipping through a magazine as if the world wasn’t falling apart. “You need to calm down, sister. Asher will come back to his senses eventually.”
“Calm down?” I hissed, stopping to glare at her. “That slum girl is stealing everything from me! First my dignity, then my fiancé, and now he’s threatening me because of her?”
A soft knock sounded at the door. One of my personal spies — a quiet, well
