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