The moment I left school the next day, I knew I had to act quickly. Ethan and my brothers were likely cooking up some elaborate plan to protect me, but they all underestimated just how capable I could be when I set my mind to something.
I was done being the sheltered Alcove princess they always saw me as.
In history class, I leaned over to Mila, my best friend and confidante. If anyone could help me dig deeper and hatch a plan, it was Mila.
"So, Mila," I began, lowering my voice, "I need to tell you something, and you're probably going to be shocked."
Her eyes lit up with curiosity. "Ooh, I live for these moments. Spill."
I explained everything—how Alyssa, Ethan's supposed "fiancée," had suddenly appeared with a vendetta.
I told her about the mysterious connection between her and Ethan, and how Alyssa seemed hell-bent on ruining his company, my reputation, and any chance Ethan and I had at happiness.
