A single message appeared on the screen, Veronica’s name flashing.
I opened it, and my blood ran cold.
“You think this is over? You have no idea what’s coming.”
The screen went black.
And I knew in that instant that the real game, the dangerous, highstakes part of it, was only just beginning.
The moment Veronica’s message appeared on my phone, a chill ran down my spine.
“You have no idea what’s coming.”
Those words were venomous, calculated to unsettle me.
But I didn’t let fear take over.
I had learned long ago that panic is a luxury you cannot afford when dealing with people who think cruelty is a right.
I looked at Sophia, who was playing quietly on the floor, her little hands arranging the blocks she loved.
She had no idea of the storm brewing outside.
But I knew I had to protect her, not just from my family’s malice, but from the chaos that revenge can summon.
I locked the front door, the metallic click echoing like a warning.
I then prepared for whatever they intended.
If Veronica thought she could intimidate me with threats, she didn’t understand that I had spent years observing their weaknesses, cataloging every lie, every deceit, every moment they had hurt others and gotten away with it.
Now it was my turn to be untouchable.
Hours passed, and the atmosphere thickened with tension.
Every sound outside, the crunch of tires on the driveway, the soft hum of a neighbor’s car, felt amplified.
And then they came again, not in the way I expected, but in a more subtle, sinister manner.
Veronica arrived first, pretending to be casual, her smile sharp and false.
