Chapter Seventeen

Eva's eyes fluttered open, her head pounding with a dull ache. She was disoriented, unsure of where she was or how she got there. As she sat up, memories of the previous night began to flood back.

She remembered paying the hostess to spike Clara's drink and send her to the hotel room. She recalled going to the room to take pictures of Clara, intending to use them to prove that Clara was a slut.

But something had gone terribly wrong.

Eva's eyes widened as she remembered the old man bursting into the room, mistaking it for his own. She recalled being dragged away, and then...nothing.

It wasn't until she looked down at her hands, still clutching her phone, that Eva realized the horrifying truth. The spiked drink, meant for Clara, had been consumed by her instead.

Eva's face contorted in a mixture of anger, shame, and fear. How could she have been so reckless? What if someone had seen her? What if Clara had discovered her plan?

As Eva scrambled to piece together the events of the previous night, she knew she had to act fast. She needed to cover her tracks, to make sure no one suspected her of trying to sabotage Clara.

But as she stood up, her head spinning with anxiety, Eva couldn't shake off the feeling that she had just made a grave mistake. One that would come back to haunt her.

Eva quickly grabbed her phone and dialed the hostess's number, her hands shaking with anxiety.

"Hello?" the hostess answered, sounding groggy.

"It's me, Eva," she whispered urgently. "What happened last night? Did Clara drink the spiked drink?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line before the hostess replied, "No, she didn't. Someone else accidentally drunk it instead. The hostess told said because she has not actually met with Eva they only talk through phone."

Eva's eyes widened in horror. "What? How could you be so careless?"

"I'm sorry, Eva," the hostess pleaded. "It was an accident."

"So i did drank the spiked juice and to make matters worse, some old man dragged me inside of the room and defied me and i don't even know the old man Eva thought ."

Eva's face turned red with rage. "You idiot," she spat. "You've ruined everything."

The hostess began to cry, apologizing profusely, but Eva just hung up on her. She was too furious to listen to any more excuses.

As she stood there, seething with anger, Eva knew she had to come up with a new plan to take down Clara. And this time, she wouldn't fail.

But just as she was about to start brainstorming, Eva's phone buzzed with an incoming text from an unknown number.

"Hey Eva, I saw what you did last night," the message read. "You're not as sneaky as you think you are."

Eva's heart skipped a beat as she wondered who could have sent the message. And what did they mean by "I saw what you did last night"?