FRAGILE PROMISES
And there she was, standing at the center of attention, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes cold and calculating.
Olivia spotted us, her gaze locking onto ours with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. She approached, her steps deliberate and measured.
"Well, well, well," Olivia purred, her voice dripping with venom. "Look who decided to show up. The prodigal son and his precious little bride."
Adrian stood tall, his voice steady. "What do you want, Olivia?"
Her lips curled into a sinister smile. "Oh, Adrian, dear brother, I want what's rightfully mine. I want to see you suffer, to watch as your perfect little world crumbles to dust."
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