He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 264

At the bottom of the text was a specific time and location.

The third-floor terrace of Sullivan Manor.

Tonight at 9:00 PM.

The message was brief, its tone so humble it bordered on groveling.

Sienna leaned against the headboard, reading the text from top to bottom one more time.

The glow of the screen flickered across her face, casting shifting shadows.

A trace of icy mockery flashed through her cool eyes.

Someone who, just days ago, wanted to eat her alive.

And overnight, she had an epiphany and was offering a tearful apology?

Not even a toddler would buy that garbage.

She knew Sabrina's nature entirely too well. That arrogance and vicious calculation were carved into her bones.

There was never any true remorse in those eyes, only the madness of someone refusing to lose.

A person doesn't learn genuine humility overnight just because they fell from grace.

This was clearly a trap, and a poorly disguised one at that.

The terrace.

9:00 PM.

Putting those two together screamed of premeditation.

She could already picture what kind of scheme was waiting for her up there.

Perhaps a few hired thugs waiting in ambush, or a carefully orchestrated "accident."

Yet, she had no intention of declining.

She wanted to see exactly what kind of tricks this cornered snake could pull.

She sat up, pulling the blanket around her waist.

The moonlight from outside slipped through the gap in the curtains, painting a silver slash across the room.

Looking down at the text, her finger hovered over the keyboard for a moment.

Without hesitating for even a second, she typed back a single word.

*"Fine."*

When the delivery confirmation popped up, she tossed the phone onto the nightstand.

A faint, almost imperceptible smirk curved her lips before vanishing entirely.

She hadn't hesitated to hit send.

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