Callie POV
I couldn’t sleep.
All night, the image of that pathetic girl throwing my money back in my face played on repeat in my head. The way she had looked at me—defiant, unafraid—made my blood boil. And Asher… the way he had warned me to stay away from her, like I was the problem.
Me.
His future wife.
By morning, my fury had hardened into something colder. Sharper.
I sat at my vanity, brushing my long hair with slow, deliberate strokes. Nylah lounged on the chaise across the room, scrolling through her phone.
“I want her punished,” I said quietly.
Nylah looked up, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “How bad?”
“Not enough to bring attention to us,” I replied. “Just enough to scare her. Start with her brother. He works at that cheap garage on the east side. Send some thugs.
