Chapter 93

OLIVIA

A smack came to my face. “Say cheese, you bitch!” Victoria screamed in anger.

Spitting out blood, “You really hit like a baby, Victoria,” she hit me again.

“Today’s payday,” she said, dancing in excitement, circling the chair I was tied to.

Seems like whatever sinister plans they had going on were working. I wondered how Ethan was coping with all this ongoing drama.

Ending whatever video she was making of me tied to the chair, ice water repeatedly poured on me, making a phone call, putting tape over my mouth.

“Ethan, darling,” she said, my eyes widening as she put the call on speaker.

“What do you want, Victoria? I’m busy.” His voice was stern and cold on the phone.

“Nothing, just calling to check in if you’ve got my money.”

“I don’t have ten billion for you Victoria, except you called for something meaningful, I’m hanging up.”

Victoria, still wearing that wicked smirk, played her cards carefully.

“You know, Ol