Chapter 87

Adrian POV

The tension was unbearable. I sat in the living room, staring at the half-empty glass of whiskey in my hand. Kelly was upstairs, undoubtedly still reeling from whatever seeds Olivia had planted earlier. I could see it in her eyes—some questions she didn’t ask yet.

Olivia.

Her name alone was enough to trigger memories I had no desire to revisit. She’d always been the wildcard of the family, unpredictable and sharp-tongued. Growing up, we’d been close, closer than most siblings but that closeness had been built on shared secrets and silent promises. Promises I had broken long ago.

The last time I saw her before she left for LA, we’d had an argument that left a permanent scar on our relationship. She accused me of choosing silence over loyalty, of letting Davis dictate our lives. And in a way, she wasn’t wrong. I’d made choices back then to protect her, to protect us all, but Olivia never saw it that way.

The sound of heels clicking again