Brooke POV:
My phone vibrated. A video file from an unknown number. Kelly.
The footage was grainy, taken inside 'The Den'.
Kelly straddling Easton.
"Do you want her?" Kelly whispered. "Do you want your little Omega wife?"
Easton looked bored. "I have no desire for her. She is... bland. A placeholder."
Placeholder.
I hailed a cab.
At the villa, I went to the bathroom and pulled off the silver promise ring.
I dropped it into the toilet. Splash. Flushed away five years.
I grabbed my suitcase. Downstairs, the door slammed open.
"Brooke!" Easton's voice roared. Alpha Command .
I walked down, clutching my bag.
Easton stood there, chest heaving. Kelly was beside him, fake-sobbing, clutching a neck marked with pinches she'd clearly inflicted herself.
"Where is it?" Easton snarled.
"Where is what?"
"The Moonstone Necklace! I took it off in the bathroom, and it's gone! You were the only one who left early!"
"I didn't touch it."
"Don't lie! You saw it on her and couldn't stand it. Just like your mother-a thief."
"Don't you dare speak about her!" I screamed, stepping forward.
Easton shoved me.
I flew backward. My spine connected with the sharp corner of the oak console table.
Crack.
Agony. I crumpled, warm blood trickling down my back.
Easton froze. "Brooke..."
"Found it!"
An Enforcer walked in, dumping my bag.
My clothes fell out. And the Moonstone Necklace.
"She stole it!" Kelly shrieked.
I looked at the glittering lie.
"Check the cameras," I gasped from the floor. "The hall cameras..."
"We can't," the Enforcer said, not meeting my eyes. "System maintenance. Convenient."
Of course. Kelly.
Easton stared at the necklace, then me. His shock hardened into disgust.
"Take her," he ordered. "Lock her in the cells."
"Easton..."
"Get her out of my sight. She is a criminal."
He turned back to comfort Kelly.
He didn't even ask if I was hurt.
