Chapter 7

Olivia Martins

She gently shut the door behind her, taking a step towards me. “I’ve been waiting for you, bitch.” She sneered. “It’s time to finish what we started.”

I lifted my chin. “I’m not interested in fighting you, Bridget.”

“You’re going to pay for taking what’s mine.”

I remained silent. I won’t let her get under my skin, not this time.

“What does he see in you anyway?” She asked. “What do you have that I don’t?” She screamed.

A good personality, I wanted to say, but I kept my mouth shut. She looked ready to pounce on me any second now.

“Is it your hair?” She raised her hand and brushed her fingertips along her short bob-style black hair.

“What?” I voiced my confusion. What was she even talking about?

“He wouldn’t stop touching it yesterday.” She said to herself. She seemed convinced that Caspian only liked me for my hair.

I had long brown locks that he always loved to touch, but I knew that wasn’t the reason