She smiled faintly, lowering her gaze. “You were the one who seduced him, weren’t you? You even suggested playing some kind of game. Quincy, listen—”
Before Alannah could speak, Pearl tapped on her phone and played a recording.
From the speaker came Alannah’s voice. “Salem, Quincy finally left. Now, we can…”
Then, another voice recording followed—hers again, low and teasing. “I want to try something exciting…”
Quincy’s expression darkened instantly, the fury in his eyes almost tangible. Without a word, he slammed on the accelerator, the car speeding through the rain-slick streets.
Alannah’s throat was dry, her voice barely a whisper. “It’s fake. All of it’s fake! Salem killed my mother! How could I even seduce him?!”
Pearl sneered. “Please. Quincy’s been ignoring you for weeks. You got lonely, didn’t you? My brother’s handsome enough. It’s only natural you’d be tempted.”
Her tone turned mocking. “I didn’t want to expose you, Miss Alannah. But you just had to play the victim first.”
Alannah’s face turned pale. “Bitch! Whoever’s lying will die a miserable death!”
Suddenly, the car came to a stop.
Her forehead slammed into the window with a sharp crack, blood instantly streaking down her face.