Chapter 58 Were You Framed?

The car jolted over the uneven road, a sinister black vehicle that swallowed the light.

Inside, Fernanda and Romulo sat in grim silence, their hands bound and their faces etched with worry.

The air was stifling, thick with the stench of Romulo’s urine-soaked pants.

Fernanda, normally so poised and confident, now seemed deflated, her pride wilted like a forgotten flower.

When she had learned that Briana would be at the reunion party, the fire in her eyes had burned hotter than ever.

It was a chance for revenge against what she saw as years of living in Briana’s shadow.

Yet, as always, Briana had triumphed, and now Fernanda was heading toward an uncertain fate.

Fernanda's gaze cut sharply toward Romulo, her frustration palpable. “For Christ’s sake, Romulo! I understand that the bullet grazed your ear might have scared you, but did you really have to wet your pants?”

Romulo’s face reddened as he shot back, “You would have reacted the same way! Stop pretending to be so strong and powerful