Chapter 219

Victor Blackwood finally dropped his composed facade, his expression twisting into one of feigned embarrassment. Turning to Miranda Graves, he sighed dramatically. "Fine, you deal with this mess. I'm drained."

Miranda's eyes glittered with dark excitement. She had waited years for this moment. Her lips curled into a vicious smile as she locked eyes with Olivia Sinclair, her gaze sharp enough to draw blood.

Olivia shuddered, her stomach knotting with dread. If Miranda took control, survival was no longer an option—it was a fantasy.

Miranda seized Olivia's wrist with bruising force, her voice dripping with venom. "Play along, and I might grant you a quick death. Struggle, and I'll make sure you suffer."

Olivia clenched her jaw but forced herself to stand. With leaden steps, she followed Miranda out of the hall.

The second they crossed the threshold, Olivia wrenched free. Desperation clawed at her throat as she gestured frantically, her mute lips forming silent pleas.

Amused, Miranda tossed her phone at Olivia. "Since you're about to die, go ahead. Say your last words."

Olivia's fingers flew across the screen. "Do you really think Victor chose you because he trusts you?"

Miranda scoffed. "Of course he does. Don't flatter yourself—he only kept you around because you were useful. He never cared about you."

Olivia exhaled sharply and typed again. "When the truth comes out, he’ll have powerful allies shielding him. But you? You’ll be the one they crucify."

Miranda’s face darkened. "Liam Blackwood would never abandon me."

Olivia didn’t argue. She simply smirked, letting the silence speak for her.

A cold unease slithered down Miranda’s spine. Victor was ruthless—she’d seen him discard even Evelyn Hartley without hesitation. His cunning was what had drawn her to him in the first place.

But what if she was just another pawn?

No. She refused to believe it. After years of loyalty, surely she meant something to him.

Her head throbbed as doubt gnawed at her. She studied Olivia, her expression unreadable.

Originally, Miranda had planned to drug Olivia and let fate decide her suffering. But now…

A slow, chilling laugh escaped her lips. "You’ve convinced me. I won’t kill you—but I won’t make survival easy either."

Olivia’s blood turned to ice. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay composed. If she lived through this, she’d make them all pay.

Miranda, oddly cheerful now, led Olivia to her private residence. The moment they arrived, she made a call.

The language she spoke was foreign—a mix of Westhaven’s dialect and something harsher, guttural.

Miranda snapped photos of Olivia from every angle, treating her like livestock at an auction.

Olivia’s mind raced. A horrifying realization struck—Miranda wasn’t just punishing her. She was selling her.

But to whom?

Olivia squeezed her eyes shut. Suddenly, Liam’s face flashed in her mind—his piercing gaze, the unreadable tension in his jaw.

Why was she thinking of him now?

Hate? Regret?

It didn’t matter. She’d never see him again.

Miranda’s voice snapped her back to reality. An hour later, a car arrived.

Olivia’s hands and feet were bound, a blindfold shoved over her eyes. She was shoved into the backseat, helpless.

The driver’s voice was rough. "She looks decent. Any health issues?"

Miranda smirked. "She’s healthy. Just pregnant. Handle that carefully."

Olivia’s stomach twisted. Miranda didn’t care about the baby—this was a trap.

The driver chuckled. "A mute? Perfect. Less trouble."

Olivia stiffened. The Kensington family? Who were they?

She thrashed, but a cloth clamped over her mouth.

The world spun.

Darkness swallowed her.

Back at the residence, Miranda was met by a grim-faced man.

"Mr. Blackwood sent me to check on the situation."

Miranda’s smile was flawless. "It’s handled. Would you like proof?"

The man studied her before nodding. "Good. Just ensure no loose ends."

Miranda watched him leave, her fingers tightening around her phone.

Olivia Sinclair was gone.

But the game was far from over.