Raine stepped out of the hospital, the cool night air hitting her skin like a silent warning. The world had moved on without her. Neon lights flashed advertisements of rising stars, idols who had replaced her, faces she didn't recognize.
Her fingers curled into fists. It didn't matter.
She wasn't here to reclaim her old fame. She was here for revenge.
But first—she needed to rebuild herself.
With no money, no connections, and a face no one knew, she had to start from the ground up. The only place that made sense? Vortex Entertainment. The agency that had once owned her, the same place that had turned on her.
She pulled up the address on a stolen phone, her lips twisting into a smirk.
Time to go home.
Security barely glanced at her when she walked into the lobby. No VIP treatment, no whispered recognition—just another girl auditioning for a shot at stardom.
Perfect.
A receptionist barely looked up. "Name?"
Raine smiled. Let's play.
"Raine Vesper."
This time, she wouldn't be the victim.
This time, she would be the storm.