on Chloe, a furious banging erupted at my front door. It wasn't the polite knock of a
k through the peephol
r perfectly styled hair was slightly disheveled, and her expensive silk blouse was wrinkled. Behind h
she spat, tryin
rm on the doorframe. "Hello,
' t the reaction she was expecting. She was us
manded, not to me
ace. They shoved me back into my own living room, and I stumbled, catching myself on the arm of the sofa. The feeling of being manhandled, of being powerless in my own
ning every corner with a frantic energy. "Liam
. She looked under the bed, behind the curtains. She even checked the small pantry in the kitchen, knocking over a box
sn't here. I knew exactly where he was. He was at a discr
of the wreckage she had created, she turned her furious ga
ed their grip on my arms, but I didn't flinch. "But you' re looking
short, hum
r best friend. Olivia. I' m
le with shock, then back to a deeper, more dangerous shade of crimson. She strode
?" she hissed, her voi
replied, looking her
. The sound echoed in the small room. Her long, manicured nails scraped my cheek, leaving behi
bined with the false accusations, had shattered my composure. I had yel
could feel the bodyguard' s grip falter for a second, surprised by my lack of reacti
ou' ve got, Chl
uld be there to document every single one of them. Deep inside, a dark satisfaction began to bloom. This was just the b