Chapter 110

Chapter 110 Had she made a mistake? She remembered Julian’s words at her house. His fury, the contempt in his eyes, the tenderness and guilt when he spoke of me. He’d said he regretted being with her, that he found the whole thing disgusting.

Ad “Aaaaaahhhh!!!““I’ll kill you! I’ll chop you up!““I’ll live in your house, sleep with your man! I’ll revel in my happiness on the ruins of your miserable death! Julian and I will get married, have children, live happily ever after! And you’ll be ashes! I won’t let myself lose to ashes!” She screamed incoherently, losing control, trying to tear me apart.

I gave a cold laugh, playing along.“Aren’t you afraid I’ll become a ghost and haunt you?”

Rita:“If you become a ghost, I’ll hire an exorcist to capture your soul. You’ll watch me and Julian in bed every day. You’ll watch me take everything that was yours.”

Me:“...That’s pretty cliché.”

Rita, seeing my face–bloody, swollen, yet still beautiful and defiant–beat me again.

A man’s cold voice came from outside.“She’s stalling. Do it now.”

Rita snapped out of it. She stood up.“Olivia, you’re stalling, waiting for someone to rescue you?“

“Don’t dream. No one will save you tonight. No one will guess you’re here. By the time they find out, you’ll be dead, a suicide.

The suicide note is ready.”

“I’m sending you to hell now.” She stepped back, lighting the lighter again. She relished my fear and despair, tossing the lighter upward.

The instinct to survive broke through the drug’s effects; I tried to escape. I only managed to roll off the sofa. As the flame descended, I closed my eyes in despair.

Rita waited, exhilarated. At the last moment... the lighter, just centimeters from the ground, was caught by a pair of hands. The expected flames didn’t appear. A shadow appeared.

“Who are you?!” Rita’s face paled; her plan was failing. She lunged at me, grabbing a knife from the coffee table and stabbing at me.

Two shadows moved towards me simultaneously. The expected pain didn’t come.“Ah—“A woman’s scream and a thud followed.

I didn’t know what happened. A large shadow pressed down on me, my nose brushing against his chest. A familiar scent tugged at my heart.“...CEO?”

Evan, gritting his teeth, said, “Let go.” I realized my fingers were gripping his shirt, my palm against his abs... I quickly let go, my embarrassment hidden by the darkness and my swollen face.

Evan sat up, untied me, and then, clutching his injured lower back, subdued and bound Rita.