Filed to story: Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia & Ethan)
She circled me slowly, the hem of her coat brushing the floor like a predator pacing a trapped animal. “I thought you’d scream, Liv. Cry. Shout for your precious Ethan. Or maybe that ice-cold boss of yours-what’s his name again?” She sneered.
“Alexander.”
I looked up at her. Blank. Silent. Unreadable. But inside, Yve stirred.
“Yve, are you there?”I asked mentally, desperate for reassurance.
Her voice came, faint and trembling.” She injected me with wolfsbane. I can’t shift. I’m sorry, Olivia… I’m very weak.”
My stomach sank. That explained the heavy, sluggish pulse in my body. I was on my own.
Chole crouched in front of me, resting her elbow on her knee and the lighter under my chin. “You’re brave. I’ll give you that.
But brave girls die too. Bravery makes you reckless.”
I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch.
Her face twisted. “Say something, you whore.”
Nothing.
Stay calm. Stay quiet. Don’t provoke her.
She stood up abruptly and slapped me hard across the face.
My head jerked sideways with the blow. My jaw throbbed. A metallic tang flooded my mouth.
“Still quiet?” she spat. “You think silence makes you strong? No, sweetheart. It makes you boring. I can’t kill boring.”
She paced again, her boots thudding against the hardwood. “But
I can maim boring. You want to see what I’m capable of? I’ll have my men take turns with you. Then I’ll cut off your legs and feed them to dogs. And your arms? I’ll hang them on the gates of the Windsor estate like art. Then I’ll douse this pretty little house in kerosene and burn it down with you in it.”
Another slap. I didn’t turn my head this time. My cheek flared with pain.
“Why?” she snarled. “Why don’t you scream? Why don’t you beg?”
I swallowed blood and calmly said, “Because you won’t let me go. Begging won’t change that.”
Her nostrils flared. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my face toward hers. “Ungrateful bitch. You don’t even appreciate the mercy I’m offering. I’m giving you a chance to live, and you’re pissing on it.”
I winced but didn’t speak. Every muscle in my body wanted to scream, but I held back.
“You think being quiet makes you some kind of martyr?” she hissed. “You think it makes you holy?” She laughed, high- pitched and shaking. “You’re just a manipulative slut who fooled Ethan, tricked the media, and probably spread your legs for that Alexander/creep.”
I blinked. I couldn’t react. I wouldn’t.
“You’re not beautiful. You’re not smart. You’re just lucky. But that ends now.”
She raised her hand again-another slap, harder than before.
Then another.
“Say something, you dumb slut!”
When I finally opened my mouth, my voice was low and steady. “Murder is still a crime, Chole. You kill me, you’ll spend your life in prison.”
She stared at me, stunned for half a second.
Then she screamed, “Who the fuck do you think you are? You think the law matters to people like me? I am the law! I’m the
Windsor heir, you piece of trash!”
She panted, sweating now, and slapped me again. “You’ll rot for this. You’ll wish I killed you faster.”
My cheek throbbed. The coppery taste of blood coated the inside of my mouth as I slowly shifted my jaw, making sure nothing was broken. My lip was split, and the side of my face burned from the force of Chole’s slap. Still, I didn’t react. I didn’t give her that satisfaction.
She stood in front of me, panting, her knuckles white around the lighter in her hand, her eyes wild. Her breathing was erratic, hair frizzed, face streaked with sweat and makeup.
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“Say something!” she snapped, voice shaking. “Why won’t you beg?! You should be down on your knees!”
I tilted my head slightly, as far as the restraints would allow.
“And then what, Chole?” My voice was calm, low. “You’d let me go?”
She scoffed, lips twitching into a cruel smirk. “No. But I’d enjoy it.”
That was exactly what I wanted her to say.
I exhaled slowly, ignoring the sting in my ribs. “So either way, I die. You just want a show!”
Chole’s grin faltered.
“Then let me ask you something,” I continued, voice steady despite the pulse pounding in my ears, “what do you think
Ethan will do when he finds out what you’ve done?”
Chole’s expression twisted, but she stayed quiet.
“If you kill me, he’ll never forgive you,” I said. “He’ll blame himself. He’ll grieve. And you? You’ll always be the one who ended his wife.”
Her nostrils flared. “He’s not grieving. He’s already over you.”
“No, he’s not,” I said softly. “You saw what happened at the
Chajeer #1 airport. If he were truly over me, would he have chased me like that? Would he have picked you up only after I left him lying there?”
Chole’s face went pale, and for a moment, her grip on the lighter loosened.
“Wasn’t it my slap that made him show you affection? Do you think it was love, or just guilt?” I leaned forward a fraction. “If you kill me, the last image in his mind will be the woman he never got to apologize to. You won’t win him that way, Chole.
You’ll lose him forever!”
“Shut up!” she screamed, voice cracking. “You think you know everything! You’re just a manipulative little bitch!”
“I don’t have to know everything,” I said, “I just have to know him.”
She screamed again and slapped me, hard enough to make my head whip sideways.
Pain burst through my skull, but I forced myself not to cry out. I was shaking inside, but I couldn’t afford to look weak.
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