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Rosina's POV

I walked across the soft carpet of my room, the fancy patterns fading with each quick step. I paced back and forth, like a trapped animal, the soft wool doing nothing to ease my anger.

My grip tightened on the phone I held, the screen showing my worried face, the lines around my eyes more noticeable. The message, that nasty, bold threat, still stared at me from the screen

“Leave Whitney alone, or face the results.”

The words felt like a snake wrapped around my heart, ready to bite. They came just after that awful email, the one with the…proof. Proof of my carefully crafted plans, my detailed strategies, all now exposed and weak. And this…this obvious threat. How could they?

I turned around, my anger boiling over. This wasn't how things were meant to be. Wendy Ashton, or W……