Aisha froze when she read the message. Brother-in-law. The term was unmistakably meant for Victor—and the only person brazen enough to use it against her was none other than Rohit.
Her chest tightened. How could that useless cousin possibly know? Then a memory struck: the video call link that had asked for permissions.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips. Was her phone hacked? It makes no sense but all outcomes leading to it. If her suspicion was right, then her fate would be far worse than the nameless girls she and her gangs had broken before.
Still, Aisha wasn't completely cornered—not yet.
She told herself she had leverage, reasons to negotiate. That thought steadied her, if only slightly.
She switched off her phone at once, hoping to cut off further damage, and began calculating her options.
