Ethan Landry, with his smooth, charming smile, had you wrapped around his finger from the start. His words were like sweet honey, each sentence more convincing than the last. He’d look at you with those eyes, pretending to be vulnerable, playing on your sympathies as if he needed you to help him out of some intricate web of trouble.

You knew, deep down, there was something off about him, but you allowed him to think he had the upper hand, knowing that he was underestimating you. His confidence grew with every conversation, each laugh he shared, each flirtatious glance. He was skilled, no doubt, in manipulating the truth to suit his needs, but he didn’t know the full truth about you. Slowly, you began to play the game your own way, dropping hints about your family, making sure the tension between you and Ethan was laced with secrecy and mystery. It wasn’t long before you realized that the mask was slipping, that his fake vulnerability was crumbling beneath the weight of his own arrogance.

The moment he thought he had you cornered, that was when you made your move. A sly smirk curved your lips as you leaned in, your voice calm but filled with power.

“You really thought you could trick me? You forget who my father is."

Ethan’s face fell as realization hit him like a freight train. Stu Macher’s daughter—he’d made the fatal mistake of underestimating you. The game was over, and for once, it was him caught in the trap.