"You wanted me to blame Silas Cobalt for my kidnapping," Ryley said, voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Because those thugs had a score to settle with him."
Vincent didn't move, but the tension in his jaw betrayed him.
"They were after payback," Ryley went on, eyes gleaming. "And you made sure they'd mistake me for Silas' main bitch—a blond Omega model, just like me. You knew exactly what that resemblance would cost me."
He let out a cold laugh, but there was no humor in it. "You let them think I was his favorite toy, so they'd rough me up for a message that wasn't even meant for me."
Vincent's face darkened, but Ryley pressed on, voice low and bitter.
"You let them use one of Silas' former men—someone who'd gone clean—then made sure they took his daughter to keep him in line. You told them to drug him with rut-inducing serum so he'd assault me. On camera. For the world to see."
He paused just long enough to let the disgust settle between them.
