A few minutes into her work at the desk, Stella's phone buzzed, signaling the arrival of a new message. She cast a sidelong glance at the device positioned beside her computer screen, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.
Matteo, you cheeky... Her thoughts trailed off as her gaze settled on the sender's name. A wave of uncertainty and speculation washed over her, turning her smile into a cold, tense expression. The message came from an unfamiliar number, leaving her with no choice but to open it. With a reluctant tap, she brought up the message, and what she beheld sent a chill of terror to her bones, rendering her completely unmoving.
"You look so happy, does
he even realize what kind
of slut you truly are?"
