"M looked at this prince—this man her sister had loved quietly for years—and she didn't think, 'how sweet.' She didn't think, 'my sister deserves happiness.' No." Maya's eyes flicked toward Bella, slow and deliberate. "She thought: I want him for myself."
Boom. Verbal grenade under the dinner table. Zero survivors.
"But here's the thing," Maya continued, all sugar and venom. "M was clever. She couldn't just snatch him away—that would make her the villain in her sister's eyes. The homewrecker. So, she made a plan. One that would make her look noble... while ensuring L never stood a chance."
Annabelle's hands were trembling now, her whole body caught between fight, flight, and holy hell, is she talking about us.
And Maya? Maya just leaned back in her chair, like she'd simply opened a storybook. One where someone was about to get dragged through every page.
