Chapter 22 - A Sister’s Hatred

Lila’s POV

I hate him.

The thought clawed through my mind as I slammed my fist against the dresser. Connor, with his cold, detached words, his cruel rejection—it was almost laughable. The same man who once worshiped me, who whispered my name like it was a prayer, now looked at me as though I were dirt under his boots.

Once, he clung to me like I was the air he needed to breathe. I remember the nights we spent tangled together, the way he burned for me, the way he whispered promises that now taste like ash. And yet, now he has the audacity to say I was just a replacement for her? For Aria?

I hate her. I hate them all.

The venom surged through me as I stalked across the room, my nails digging into my palms hard enough to draw blood. Let them burn, all of them. They would pay for the humiliation, the betrayal and for making me a second option.