CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-ONE
ROXANNE'S POV
My hands hovered on my phone's call button as I sat indecisively on my bed, torn between calling Dera and agreeing to the weird bound-to-fail deal, or dropping out and risking seeing my nudes on TV.
Yes, Dera could go as far as revealing the information for the world to see without batting an eye. She was that cruel, and I knew it.
I knew very well that agreeing or disagreeing with her would spell disaster, as neither option was right to take 'cause she was nothing close to being an honest and trustable person.
I dropped my phone on the table, deciding against accepting the deal. I would rather die than trick Edward into giving me money to cover up some bullshit an asshole was holding against me.
Bullshit that was definitely going to send fire down from heaven if Edward ever found out about its existence.
