*Loveth's POV*
The air inside the salon was thick — the kind that made your skin crawl without knowing why.
I found Miracle in her chair, twirling a strand of hair like she was queen of the world.
"Can we talk?" I asked, voice steady but icy.
She smiled, slow and sweet.
"Of course, dear. What's on your mind?"
I pulled out the transfer slip and registration papers.
Her eyes flickered — just for a second — before she masked it with a laugh.
"Money changes hands all the time, Loveth," she said smoothly.
"Does it really matter who paid? The salon is mine to run."
"It matters because Ethan funded it — and you never told me. You used me."
She leaned forward, eyes sharp.
"Used you? Honey, I *gave* you a chance you'd never have had. You should be thanking me."
The venom in her words hit me like a slap.
"You lied to me."
She shrugged, amused.
"Secrets are the currency of this business. And I'm rich."
Before I could respond, her phone buzzed.
She glanced at it — then smirked.
"Speaking of secrets, I have a new plan. One that'll make sure neither you nor Ethan forget whose game this really is."
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*Miracle's POV*
They think they're so clever.
Let Loveth confront me. Let her dig her claws in.
It only makes the fall more delicious.
I sent a message to an old friend — someone who knows Ethan's darkest secrets.
Soon, the truth about *him* won't just be a whisper behind closed doors.
It'll be a storm.
And when it hits,
Loveth will have to choose.
Stand with me…
Or watch everything she's built burn.
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*Loveth's POV*
As Miracle walked away, I felt it settle deep inside me — a warning, or a challenge.
I wasn't about to lose to her.
Not now. Not ever.
Because this game?
It was just beginning.
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