Chapter 3 - Olivia Panics As Her Deepest Secret Surfaces
Across the immaculate white floral arches, Olivia gripped the edge of the mahogany bar so tightly her knuckles turned stark white.
Her designer cocktail glass slipped from her fingers, shattering against the marble tiles with a sharp, echoing crash.
“That ring... it’s impossible,” Olivia muttered under her breath, her eyes widening in sheer, unadulterated terror.
She tried to back away into the crowded gathering of wealthy socialites, but the surrounding guests blocked her every exit path.
Grace looked directly at Olivia across the shimmering pool, a cold, knowing smile playing softly across her lips.
“You thought you buried that secret deep in the archives of Zurich, didn't you, Olivia?” Grace asked, her voice carrying clearly.
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Arthur stared back and forth between his daughter and his socialite guest, completely bewildered by the sudden shift in power.
“Somebody explain to me right now what is happening at my estate!” Arthur demanded, slamming his fist onto a nearby table.
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