Two Days Earlier
Across the city, in the opulent shadows of their world, Sarai Monroe and her sister Bianca had been scheming for days. For four relentless days, they'd hunted Eliana like predators stalking prey, their cunning minds fueled by envy and vengeance. Sarai, with her fierce beauty—light brown skin glowing under designer lights, sharp green eyes narrowed in frustration, and glossy black hair pulled into a sleek bun—paced Bianca's lavish apartment, her high-heeled boots clicking against marble floors.
"I can't believe this," Sarai hissed, slamming her phone down on the glass coffee table. "four days, Bianca! We've got the hit-and-run all planned, the truck ready to crush her at any intersection, but where is she? Poof—vanished!"