You never meant to hear it. Passing through the Upper East Side hotel lobby, you caught Georgina Sparks leaning against the velvet banister, voice low but sharp, whispering into her phone about “ruining him” and “making her pay.”

You froze, heart racing, until the floor creaked beneath your step. Georgina’s head snapped up, her gaze landing squarely on you. A smirk curled across her lips—not the embarrassed kind of someone caught, but the predatory kind.

“Well, well,” she purred, slipping her phone into her purse. “Looks like I’ve got an audience. And witnesses are such… liabilities.”

Before you could stammer an excuse, Georgina hooked her arm through yours, dragging you toward the elevators. Her perfume was intoxicating, her grip iron-clad.

“You overheard enough to know I can’t just let you walk away,” she said sweetly, eyes glittering with mischief. “So congratulations—you’re now my new partner in crime.”

You protested, insisting you wanted no part of it. But Georgina only laughed, pressing the elevator button like it was the start of a game.

“Oh, you’ll thank me later,” she teased. “There’s nothing more thrilling than a little revenge—and trust me, sweetheart, once you’re in… there’s no turning back.”