The villa was no longer a paradise. It had become a stage, and the audience were gods now.
The announcement still echoed in everyone's minds: the viewers would choose who was eliminated next.
The girls had always been competitive. But now? The rules were different. This wasn't about impressing Darius anymore. This was about survival.
Everyone was quiet over breakfast. The only sound was the occasional clink of silverware against porcelain and the faint hum of the cameras, ever-watching. Yuna barely touched her food. Alicia picked at her fruit. Emma had gone for a run earlier and hadn't come back. Avery sat stiffly, eyes glued to her coffee.
Darius stood near the sink, arms folded, his back to them. Even he was quieter than usual.
"They want drama," Avery said at last. "We can't give them fear. If we look scared, we lose."
"Then what do you suggest?" Yuna asked, her voice low and guarded.
