His Manipulation, Her Undoing, His End

Kline

eyes sharp with malice. "So, Cleo. Who is it? Your pathetic, imaginary prince? Or are you just

" she cooed, her voice saccharine sweet. "You can't be serious. Hazen? He' s... such a rough man. So dangerous. He' s nothing like Holden, who is so gentle and kind."

or girl." "Hazen is terrifying." "That man has no soul." Their

ough her performance. My gaze remained fixed on Holden. "And

ver. She swayed dramatically, clutching the side of her head. "Oh, my head..." she whi

e cried out, a high-pitched shriek, and collapsed onto the scattered glass, holding her ankle. "My

d knelt beside Dianne, cradling her head. "Dianne! My poor darling! What happened?" He glared

and that you chose me! She always hated me, ever since we were little girls!" She loo

e. A flash of triumph, cold and calculating, gleamed in her eyes. She smirked, a tiny, almost imper

, unwavering. My eyes never left Dianne's fa

deranged! You've always been obsessed with me, always jealous of anyone I cared about." His fingers dug into my shoulders, his grip bruising. "Thi

d, looking utterly heartbroken. "But you can't just lash out like this. It's not fair to Holde

push her!" "I always knew Cleo was unstable." "Holden deserves b

infatuation for years, Cleo. I've even humored you. But this? This is too far. You will never touch

cracking, revealing the ugly truth beneath. An