Chapter 45

Liana’s POV

Of course it was her.

She was standing there with her arms crossed, a cruel smirk curling her lips while the two other women flanked her like some designer-packaged version of the devil’s entourage. Her eyes traveled over me with open disgust, making my skin crawl. She looked at me like I was filth. Like I didn’t belong anywhere near her world.

She stepped forward slowly, dragged a perfectly manicured finger along my soaked arm, then grabbed me harshly by the wrist and yanked me into the center of the restroom like I was a pathetic showpiece.

“Why are you so shameless?” she sneered, tilting her head mockingly. “Clinging to your brother like a desperate little whore. Do you even have any pride left, or did you lose it the second he spread your legs and reminded you what a good little family fuck you were?”

I stood frozen, lips trembling, and that’s when the first laugh came, from the girl on her right. Then the second girl followed, gi