Everything had been going according to her plan. If only Jules had died, she could have had everything she ever dreamed of. Now, all of it was ruined.
Just as she was drowning in her vicious thoughts, someone tapped her shoulder lightly.
She turned around, and her breath caught.
Lucas stood there.
He was strikingly handsome, his fair skin glowing softly under the café lights, his neatly styled black hair framing his sharp features.
For a fleeting moment, Maya's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a dizzy sensation, as if she had fallen in love all over again.
But the expression on his face was not warm or charming. His eyes were cold, edged with unmistakable disgust.
"If you keep thinking about ways to harm Jules," Lucas said calmly, his voice steady and lethal, "I'll make sure you don't have a place left in this industry."
Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving Maya standing there, her chest tight, the echo of his warning ringing painfully in her ears.
