ISABELLA'S POV
My hands were still wringing until I was sure I was going to peel the skin off my bones.
Olivia stood before me, smiling maliciously at me. A long silence passed between us before she spoke again.
"I'll forget about your ring. I'll forget about finding it in my brother's room. I'll forget it all. I'll erase it from my mind. On one condition."
When I didn’t respond, she turned to face me, and when I met her gaze, I found in her eyes the quiet desperation.
"You have to do something for me in return."
I regarded her quietly and remained quiet, dreading what she would request. Olivia had never missed an opportunity to make me miserable. She enjoyed insulting me and never failed to remind me of how I married her father who is old enough to birth me.
She was a thorn in
