Playing Dirtier

VANESSA

DAYS LATER

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel as I sped down the road toward the Mercer mansion. The anger bubbling inside me hadn’t settled—not even after days had passed. Everything had spiraled out of control so fast, and now, I was the one picking up the pieces. All because of that scheming bitch, Daphne.

I gritted my teeth, my jaw aching from how hard I was clenching it. I had