Jayden lit a cigarette with shaky fingers, leaning against his car parked across from Lynn's apartment.
He had warned her.
He gave her a chance.
And now? Now, she thought she could erase him like he never mattered.
> "Bad move, babe," he muttered to himself.
He pulled out his phone and opened a hidden folder. Dozens of screenshots, voice notes, even bank receipts. Most people would call it stalking.
Jayden called it survival.
He scrolled until he landed on one file titled: "Cape Town Incident – 3 Years Ago."
> Play.
The audio crackled, then Lynn's voice came through.
> "If this goes wrong, we burn it. All of it."
Jayden smiled like a man who already won.
He hit forward and sent it off to a private number — no name, no profile pic. Just a red emoji.
Five seconds later, the reply came:
> "Payment confirmed. We'll make it trend."
Jayden put the phone down, breathing in the silence of the night. His chest ached, but it wasn't guilt.
It was the thrill of revenge.
> "You want to build an empire?" he whispered. "Let's see how strong it stands when the truth hits the streets."
He got in his car and drove away, unaware that across the street, a camera hidden under a streetlight caught everything — the exchange, the call, even his plate.
And someone… was already watching.