Is Aurora a plaything?

Inside her opulent room, Veronica stared at the screen of her phone, her expression darkening with each image sent by Sasha and Moxie. The photos captured Aurora and Alexander in what looked like an intimate confrontation, and the sight ignited a spark of jealousy and rage within her.

"Aurora, you bitch!" Veronica hissed, her nails digging into her palm. "Let's see how long you can keep showing your face after this." With a twisted smirk, she typed a quick message to an anonymous number, her fingers flying across the screen.

Satisfied, she exited the chat and leaned back, a venomous smile playing on her lips as she contemplated her next move

Cassandra was too intoxicated to be left alone, so Aurora decided to take her back to her apartment for the night. The taxi ride was quiet, the hum of the engine and the gentle sway of the car lulling Aurora into a light slumber.