Joanne’s POV:
I fling my phone across the room, watching it hit the wall with a dull thud before sliding to the floor. How in the world can two grown n, supposedly trained, fail at such a simple task? Kill Ella. One job. That’s all I asked for, and they couldn’t even do that right.
What is so hard about killing one girl?" I hiss, pacing across the room. My fingers clench into fists as I struggle to keep my frustration from exploding. And now, he’s taken her to his penthouse, that place. The one I’ve never been inside. The image of Arec and Ella together doing god knows what, in that penthouse flashes through my mind. My blood boils at the thought.
My steps quicken as my anger rises. How is she there, hiding in his sanctuary, while I, his best friend from childhood, have never even seen the inside of that penthouse? That place has always been his most private space. I’ve tried. God, how I’ve tried to tag along, always coming up with excuses, subtle hints, hoping he’d invite over. But no. There was always so reason. So lie. Sothing to keep out.
But Ella? Ella, the gold-digging tramp, the conniving little snake, gets to hide in there like so precious treasure, protected by Arec’s undivided attention? It makes sick to my core.
I stop pacing and drag my hands through my hair, the tension pulling at my scalp. My breath cos faster, heavier, as my nails scrape against my skin. The nerve of that girl. The nerve of Arec. Doesn’t he see what she’s doing? She’s playing him. She’s manipulating him, making him feel sorry for her, probably using those wide doe eyes and helpless deanor to worm her way into his life.
I scream, loud and raw, Ella’s na echoing through my empty apartnt. "Ella!" I shout again, like the sound of her na will sohow summon the strength I need to deal with her for good.
This can’t go on. Not like this. She’s ruined everything. Every ti I think I’m one step closer to having what I want, she’s there, blocking my path. First, it was the chocolates, poisoned, but sohow, she survived that. And now, the fire. How did she escape the fire? How is she still alive? I should’ve done this myself from the beginning. What was I thinking, trusting those idiots?
I move to the window, looking out over the city. The lights twinkle in the distance, but they do nothing to calm . All I can think about is Ella, cowering in Arec’s penthouse, while I’m stuck here, shut out of a life that should have been mine. I should be the one in there. Not her.
I grit my teeth and grip the windowsill so hard my knuckles turn white. My reflection stares back at , wild, furious, desperate. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Everything was falling apart, backfiring in the worst possible way.
How did it co to this? How did a girl like her manage to wrap Arec around her finger so easily? He’s supposed to be smarter than that. He’s supposed to see through her gas. I’ve been there for him since we were kids, always by his side, always the one he could count on. And now? He’s protecting her.
A low, bitter laugh escapes my throat. Protecting her from what? ?
I rake my fingers through my hair again, pulling at it like the pain will help think straight. "Enough," I whisper, my voice shaking. "Enough of this." If those useless n couldn’t get the job done, it’s ti I take matters into my own hands. It’s ti I fix this myself. After all, the saying’s true, isn’t it? When you want sothing done right, you do it yourself.
The thought simrs in my mind, sharp and dangerous. A plan starts to form, a dark, twisted plan, and for the first ti in days, I feel a spark of control return. Yes. If I want Ella gone, truly gone, I’ll have to do it myself.
I turn away from the window, pacing again, but this ti, there’s a new energy to my movents. My mind races with possibilities, strategies. How will I do it? Sothing that looks like an accident, perhaps? Or maybe sothing more direct? Maybe I should confront her, let her see the hate in my eyes before I finish her off. I shiver at the thought, the thrill of it making my pulse quicken.
But no. I can’t be sloppy. It has to be clean, precise. No mistakes. No witnesses. The last thing I need is Arec suspecting . I’ve played the loyal best friend for so long, he’d never see it coming. That’s my advantage.
I imagine the look on her face when she realizes it’s . When she realizes no one is coming to save her. Not even Arec.
I stop pacing and lean against the edge of my desk, trying to steady my breathing. My hands shake, but not from fear. No, it’s excitent. The anticipation of finally ending this. Ending her.
I need to be smart about this. Careful. She’s under Arec’s watch now, so I’ll have to be patient. But patience isn’t my strong suit. It never has been.
Arec will now be keeping a close eyes on her, watching her every move, making sure she’s safe.
But... I will find a way. No! I must find a way.
I move to my bed and sat on the edge, tapping my fingers against my knee, my mind whirling with possibilities. Maybe I’ll follow her when she leaves the penthouse. Maybe I’ll hide sowhere and wait for her, catch her when she’s alone. Or maybe... maybe I should start being nice to her.
A plan starts to solidify. Yes. I will try to befriend her. Make her think she’s safe, make her think I’m a friend. She’ll never see it coming. I’ll make her trust , make her believe I’m on her side. And when the mont is right...
I smile to myself, a cold, calculating smile.
It’s perfect. She’ll never suspect . Not until it’s too late.
I rise from the bed, the excitent buzzing under my skin. Ella has no idea what’s coming for her. No idea that her days are numbered. She thinks she’s safe with Arec. She thinks she’s won. But she hasn’t. Not yet.
Everything will fall into its rightful place soon. I’m going to end this once and for all.
And when I do, Arec will see that I’m the one who’s always been there for him. I’m the one who truly belongs by his side. Not her. Never her.
I close my eyes, imagining the look on Ella’s face when she realizes it’s . The fear in her eyes, the helplessness, the regret.
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