Susan’s POV
"Susan," Angel called from behind, her voice carrying an odd mix of excitent and curiosity as she handed her cell phone. "Look at this picture. Miss Gloria sent it to !"
"What is it?" I asked as irritation was laced in my tone and I turned toward her. My patience was already wearing thin. I had been calling Gloria relentlessly, desperate to ask her about her plans and how she intended to deal with Claire. But instead of answering, she ignored completely, hung up on my calls, and even had the audacity to block . And now she was contacting Angel?
Seriously?
Angel seed oblivious to my growing frustration as she pointed at the screen. "It’s a picture of Mr. Kensington and so woman at his mansion," she said, her tone dripping with curiosity. "I have never seen him with anyone before! How co there is a woman with him—at his mansion of all places?"
I snatched the phone from her hand, my heart pounding as I stared at the image. There he was... Mr. Kensington in question, being all lovey-dovey toward Claire.
"Fuck!" I cursed under my breath, anger flaring up like a fire I had been trying to keep under control for so long. My chest tightened as I clenched the phone. Why? Why the hell was she sending these pictures to ? What was Gloria trying to accomplish by rubbing salt into an open wound?
What does she even want from ?
My hands trembled slightly as I exhaled sharply, trying to calm the storm raging inside . Angel stood beside , her eyes darting between and her phone, clearly unsure if she should say anything.
I shoved the phone back into her hand. "Call Gloria," I snapped, my voice cold and demanding.
Angel blinked, startled by the sudden shift in my tone. "But—she—"
"Just do it!" I cut her off, pacing the room as I tried to steady my thoughts. Gloria needed to explain herself. She had ignored my calls, blocked my number, and now she was pulling this? Was this her way of taunting ? Testing my patience?
Angel hesitated before finally tapping her phone to dial. The sound of ringing filled the silence, but my mind was already running wild. Why was Claire back in his life? Hadn’t I done enough to ensure she stayed out of the picture? Was that article really not enough!?
The ringing stopped, and Angel glanced up nervously. "She is not picking up," she said softly, almost as if afraid of how I would react.
Of course she wasn’t.
I let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through my hair. "She thinks she can keep playing gas with ?" I muttered under my breath. "Fine. If she won’t co to , I will make her talk. One way or another."
Angel shifted uncomfortably, but I didn’t care. This wasn’t over. Gloria and her little sches would unravel soon enough if she kept doing this to !
If Gloria thought she could use to get rid of Claire in the past and pull the sa stunt this ti, she was sorely mistaken. I wouldn’t let her manipulate again.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I paced back and forth. Gloria always fancied herself the master strategist, but she had underestimated once too often. I had played along before, letting her take the lead because I thought she was a better player—or maybe because staying in the shadows and reaping the benefits had seed smarter at the ti.
But things were different now.
Evander was keeping at arm’s length, barely giving a chance, and Gloria? She was treating like I didn’t even exist. Like I was nothing but air.
Fine.
If that’s how they wanted to play it, I would make my own moves. I didn’t need Gloria’s half-baked sches or Evander’s distant approval. I had my own cards to play, and I would make sure they both realized that soon enough.
A small and bitter smile crept onto my lips as I imagined the look on Gloria’s face when she realized I wasn’t her pawn anymore. No, this ti I would be the one pulling the strings.
I turned to Angel, who was still clutching her phone, wide-eyed and unsure. "Let know if Gloria contacts you again," I said sharply, my voice cold and commanding.
Angel nodded quickly, not daring to ask any questions.
I straightened my posture, exhaling deeply to calm the fire burning within . I would show them all that I wasn’t soone to be ignored or underestimated.
Let the ga begin.
I was still lost in my thoughts as the storm of anger swirled within , when the sudden ringing of Angel’s cell phone snapped back to reality. My eyes darted to the phone in her hand, my heart skipping a beat with anticipation. Could it be Gloria?
Angel glanced at the screen, her brows furrowing slightly. "It’s an unknown number," she said hesitantly before answering.
"Hello?" Her voice was cautious as she greeted the caller. A brief silence followed before her expression shifted as a mix of confusion and unease flashed across her face. She glanced at , her eyes uncertain, as if the words she had just heard had caught her off guard.
"What is it?" I asked impatiently, narrowing my brows.
Angel hesitated for a mont before lowering the phone and extending it toward . "The person on the other end wants to talk to you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I stared at her, my mind racing with possibilities. Who could it be? And why did they want to speak with directly? My gut churned with suspicion, but curiosity won in the race of the two.
Taking the phone from her, I pressed it to my ear, my tone sharp and guarded. "Who is this?" I demanded as I had no patience left.
The voice on the other end spoke low and calculated, sending a shiver down my spine. I didn’t recognize it imdiately, but soon... I recognised it!
"Let’s just say I am soone you ruined a few years ago," the voice said smoothly as a hint of disgust was laced in their words.
I tightened my grip on the phone, my pulse quickening. "So, this is you," I muttered, barely able to control the smile that crept up on my lips. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to maintain my composure. "To what pleasure do I owe you, contacting after so long?"
The person on the other end didn’t seem impressed by my tone. "Stop with your act and tell ..." they snapped, their voice growing colder. "I heard Evander is married now!?"
"Really?" I scoffed as I rolled my eyes. "And even if he is, so what?" I shot back, my voice laced with bitterness.
The person let out a small, knowing laugh. "Well... I know that person is not you, for starters," they said, each word dripping with disdain.
I froze, my breath catching in my throat.
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Who is this mysterious person and... what did they want?
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