A Trap

Williama smiled inwardly as she watched the desperate fools gathered before her, scrambling to make a plan. Their ideas to convince Ella to point at Aiden, their schemes, their naïve belief that she- Williama Brown- would genuinely help them—it was all so amusing. What they failed to realize was that the moment they came to her seeking aid, they had unknowingly signed their death warrants.

Did they truly think she was some magnanimous benefactor, a woman eager to extend a helping hand out of the kindness of her heart? How laughable. Williama was no saint, and she had no intention of pretending to be one. Life had taught her cruel lessons, and she had learned them well. And these two people in front of her could be said to be her teachers.