To us, Nick was thoughtful, sweet, and ambitious.

He was perfect in every way, but Benedetta's question shattered my last flicker of denial.

"This is Nick's hub," I muttered, my voice heavy with realization, "and this woman is his mistress."

My hands shook as I pulled out my phone, ready to call him and demand answers. But before I could dial, Morgan's manicured hand shot out, snatching my phone.

"Calling for backup? Dream on." She dangled the phone mockingly before smashing it onto the concrete floor.

The screen shattered. Not satisfied, she ground her stiletto into the wreckage, reducing it to fragments.

My restraint snapped, rage boiling over, but Morgan reveled in it. "You're not just paying $500,000; you're going to grovel at my livestream, begging for forgiveness. Nobody messes with Morgan Lamb."

The name hit like a thunderbolt.

Weeks ago, I'd glimpsed a heart emoji with a "Mo" on Nick's lock screen. When I asked, he dismissed it as a client. Now the truth was undeniable.

Benedetta pieced it together that this was indeed Nick's new company and that the man Morgan spoke of was Nick.

Her face blanched, but she clung to hope. "I'm Nick Griffin's sister. Did you make a mistake? My brother has got a girlfriend, and that's Jennifer."

Morgan's hand lashed out, slapping Benedetta across the face. "You, his sister? Look at yourself, you pathetic nobody!"

Benedetta stumbled back, her head crashing against a table's sharp edge with a sickening thud.

My heart leaping to my throat, I rushed to her side. "Benedetta!"

Blood gushed from her scalp, streaking her pale face. She curled into a ball, clutching her head. Blood seeped through her fingers.

"Jennifer..." she whispered, her eyes unfocused. "My head hurts so much."

"Benedetta, hold on!" I cradled her, my voice breaking.

"Help... Help me," she murmured, her body convulsing.

With my phone gone, I fumbled for hers, finding it in her pocket. But before I could hit the dial button, Morgan ripped it away, waving it at her livestream. "Look, fam! They're pulling a fake injury stunt to scam us. What a joke!"

The crowd roared with laughter, pointing at us.

"Give it back!" I lunged, but the guards tackled me, slamming my face into the cold floor.

Pinned, I could only watch Benedetta's breathing grow fainter. Desperation crept in, and I screamed, "She is really Nick's sister. She just had brain surgery. She'll die without help!"

My pleas were lost in the livestream's cruel jeers.

Morgan crouched beside me, her eyes spewing venom. "Perfect. One less headache for me."

Her laughter grated on my eardrums. She raised her stiletto and stomped on my hand. Pain seared through me, my bones cracking under the force. I screamed, nearly blacking out.

Benedetta's shallow gasps, the crowd's taunts, Morgan's cackling, and the agony in my hand merged into a living nightmare.

Morgan leaned closer, sneering. "Think you're clever? My man runs this place, and that dying brat is nothing. Only idiots like you spin lies this pathetic."

Benedetta's face was turning blue. Desperate, I shouted, "I'm telling the truth! She is Nick's sister, and I'm his girlfriend. Call him if you don't believe me!"

"You? His girlfriend?" Morgan scoffed. "Don't make me laugh. You're not even in his league."

She dangled Benedetta's life like a bargaining chip. "Want an ambulance? Sure. Get on your knees and beg in front of my viewers."

I looked at Benedetta, whose face twisted in pain. She croaked, "Jennifer, don't."

Her breath was fading, the dire situation crushing me. I dropped to my knees. "I'm sorry."

Morgan cackled, pointing at me. "Look at her, groveling like a dog."

Her crew joined in, their laughter a cruel chorus.

I swallowed the humiliation, looking up at her. "I did what you asked. Call the ambulance now."

Her smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with sadistic joy. "You actually bought that? God, you're dumber than I thought."

"No!" Tears burned my eyes, spilling down my cheeks as Benedetta's body jerked, her eyes going glassy.

She reached out a trembling hand, brushing a tear from my face. "Jennifer, I'm sorry."

Her apology was for my shame, for Nick's betrayal, and for the world that failed her. Her hand fell limp, and her breathing stopped.

"Benedetta? Wake up!" I shook her, but she didn't respond.

I'd never imagined a simple trip to the hub would end with Morgan killing her. I broke down, my cries raw and guttural.

Morgan's assistant checked Benedetta's pulse and shrieked, "Morgan, she's really dead! What do we do?"

Morgan frowned, unconcerned. "She came here to cause trouble. Her death is not my problem. Nick's got friends at the precinct. We're golden."

Her crew relaxed, but my rage exploded. I surged to my feet, my hands closing around her throat. "You monster!"

I wanted her to pay with her life.

"Hands off her!" one of her goons bellowed, his boot slamming into my ribs with a force that knocked the air from my lungs.

Others swarmed, pummeling me with fists and feet until I collapsed, my body screaming in pain.

Morgan, coughing from my grip, wasn't done. "Nobody has ever dared lay a finger on me. You'll pay for that."

She grabbed a microphone stand from the stage and smashed it into my side. The pain was blinding, but I bit my tongue, refusing to cry out.

My eyes locked onto her, my voice low and deadly. "You'll regret this!"

"Still mouthing off?" she snarled, swinging the stand again and again.

As I teetered on the edge of consciousness, a shout cut through the chaos. "Mr. Griffin's here!"

The room froze, the blows halting mid-air. The crowd parted, their eyes turning to the entrance.

Morgan's smug mask melted into fake tears. Clutching her neck, she ran to Nick, sobbing like a damsel in a bad movie. "You're finally here, Nick! I was so scared!"

She threw herself into his arms and shivered. Nick held her tightly, his face stormy but his voice soft. "Don't worry, babe. I've got you."

Those words, once meant for me, now pierced my heart. Nick had been the perfect boyfriend. He was attentive, kind, and successful, partly thanks to my family's support.

Whenever I needed him, he'd drop everything and rush to my side. He'd hold me and whisper, "Don't worry, babe. I've got you."

Now the same words were for Morgan, the irony excruciating. Love, it seemed, could be faked.

After comforting her, he demanded, "What happened?"

"It's those haters I told you about," Morgan sniffled. "They accused me of selling fakes, refused to pay up, and caused a scene, ruining our business. The sick one faked an illness to scam us, then actually died. The other one went crazy and tried to kill me."

She wiped her fake tears and added, "Look at my neck. If it weren't for the team, you'd have lost me."

She shifted all the blame onto Benedetta and me.

Her team backed her up. "Yeah, that's what happened. These two came to cause trouble. Mr. Griffin, you've got to stand up for Morgan. Or anyone will think they can mess with her."

They called us unreasonable, claiming we deserved what happened.

Nick's face darkened. "Where are they? Show me."

Morgan dragged him through the crowd, pointing at Benedetta's lifeless body and me. "It's these two lowlifes."