Sophia's Point Of View
The room was in ruins.
Curtains hung half-ripped from the windows, the once-beautiful floral arrangements lay crushed on the floor, shattered glass from broken vases scattered across the marble tiles, and clothes were strewn about in a chaotic mess.
The air was thick, suffocating, like it carried the weight of failure, despair, and resentment all at once.
And in the middle of it all, I sat... Hair unkempt, eyes sunken and wild, lips chapped from dehydration.
I had stopped caring.
Stopped caring about my appearance, my hygiene, my routine—everything that once made me Sophia Blair, the dazzling star of the entertainment world, had crumbled to nothing.
And it was her fault.
Morana Sinclair.
The mere thought of her name sent a violent shudder through me.
I gritted my teeth, my hands clenching into tight fists as rage burned in my veins like molten lava.
