“There’s something I’d like you to know, Valerie,” Cynthia says as we walk down the corridors of the Winsworths’ tropical island mansion on our way to my suite. I brace myself, ready for a threat, or a warning, or something of the like.
“I’m going to let you in on a little secret. Just between the two of us… I always hoped it would be you,” she says, beaming with genuine happiness as she looks over to me and smiles.
Well that’s the last thing I expected to hear coming out of her vile mouth.
I force a weak smile in response, although my insides are seething like a knot of snakes in her detestable presence.
“That’s right,” she says, leading me through the corridors. “You were always my favourite to win. I was rooting for you all along, Valerie - because I always knew that you’d be absol
