Megan smirked to herself. “You’d better be sure about this. My ways aren’t exactly pretty. If you find out later, don’t come crying to me. Mr. Simon, like it or not, we’re in this mess together.”
Even if everything fell apart, at least she wouldn’t be the only one going down.
Simon never liked Megan. There was something about her—a snake hiding in the dark, just waiting for the right moment to strike.
Revenge always looked the same: crush her, shame her, ruin her reputation until her dignity was in pieces. Then she’d never dare look down on him again.
That’s what he wanted. After all, Clara always acted like he wasn’t even worth her time.
“Let her live,” he said.
As for later? He’d come up with something. No one was as reckless as he was.
Sure, Dylan liked Clara. But would he give up everything for her? No way.
But Simon would.
Megan’s lips curled in a cold smile as she hung up and quickly dialed another number.
The best way to destroy a woman? Do what they did to Sarah—send in a bunch of men, film everything, and make sure the videos were everywhere.
Once a woman got labeled a slut, her whole life was over.
Megan didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty. As far as she was concerned, Clara deserved every bit of it.
*
Clara stood by the door, holding tightly to the makeshift weapon in her hand, every muscle tense, listening for any sound outside.
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