-Violet-
Violet’s chest heaved with a silent, seething fury as she stood alone in the dimly lit corner of her private library. The shadows from the towering bookshelves danced across her sharp features, mirroring the dark thoughts that churned within her. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, the knuckles whitening with the grip of her rage.
"Those bastards," she whispered venomously, the words barely escaping her lips as if they were too dangerous to be fully unleashed into the world.
The soft glow of her phone screen illuminated her pale face, casting an eerie light that made her green eyes flicker with malevolence. She scrolled through the encrypted messages, each one a confirmation that someone was prying, digging into the clandestine tapestry she had woven so meticulously around her Revenge Club.