Chapter 52

Kim's POV
As I leaned against the cold stone wall, I could hear the sound of Nate's deep voice. The low hum of their conversation was muffled, but I could still hear snippets of it—the softness in his tone, the way he tried to coax her into compliance. Olivia.
My nails dug into the skin of my palms as I clenched my fists, fury simmering beneath the surface. It wasn’t enough that Nate had given her attention, but now he was making grand gestures, organizing dinners and lavishing her with beautiful dresses as if she were his queen. A queen in a cage, sure, but even so, he was trying to woo her. Why does everyone have to make Olivia feel special?