Chapter 8

• CHAPTER 8
• OLIVIA'S POV.
• I froze in my steps and wished I had never walked down here to get something to drink. I could have just made a few calls, and the hotel attendant would have brought it to my room number for me.
• Right now, I wish I could just drift back and hide. I wanted to roll back into a coil and hide away from Samantha, but before I could even take a step backward, she had seen me.
• Once she saw me, her face lit up with a warm, pretentious smile.
• “Oh my goooood!” she screamed excitedly. She rushed forward, leaving the room she was about to book, and quickly pulled me into a tight hug.
• “You never told us you came back home, sis!” she said, twirling me around, her voice laced with a hint of concern that I knew was fake as hell.
• But I just stood there with a straight face.
• “Are you coming from home?” she asked excitedly. “Have Daddy seen you? Have Mummy seen you? They’ve missed you so much!”
• Her eyes swept over me, and she sighed. “Oh, it seems you’re lodged in here?” she asked curiously, and I shook my head almost immediately.
• “No, I’m not, Sam,” I told her. “I just came to have some talks with one of my clients.”
• I can’t let this snake know that I was staying in the same damn hotel as her.
• Looking at her, nothing had changed. She was still as cunning as a fox. I guess she thinks I didn’t see her and Luca that day before I left.
• How does she feel about sleeping with my fiancée and then coming out to act like nothing ever happened? It’s been five years, and she still plays the pretense act so well; it’s really irritating.
• “Just give me a minute, sis. I need to pay for the VIP rooms for myself and some other foreign men who will be signing a deal with our company,” she explained and quickly stepped away back to the counter, and I just hissed.
• Cunning-ass bitch!
• I just wish I could walk out of this place right now. It’s been less than five minutes since I saw Samantha, but I’m genuinely tired of hearing her voice and watching her wear those charming smiles when she’s really a witch.
• A few minutes later, she was done, and she hurried back to me.
• “Sis, please come, let’s have a drink.” She grabbed me by my wrist, and before I knew it, we were at the hotel’s private lounge.
• We settled down, and she quickly called the waitress.
• “Hey, dear, please get me the most expensive champagne,” she said, and I chuckled, cutting her short.
• “Samantha, we won’t be needing that, dear. I’m not here to drink; I’ll be fine with just a bottle of water. Besides, what is there to celebrate here?”
• Samantha smiled. “Sis, you came back after years! That calls for some Thanksgiving and a fantastic celebration. I’m sure Dad’s high blood pressure from always thinking about you will reduce right now.” She reached for my hands, taking them into her own, and her voice softened. “He hasn’t stopped thinking of you for one day, sis.”
• I raised my gaze to her slowly, writhing my hands away from hers. This bitch is crazy!
• My dad has high blood pressure because of me? I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at such failed attempts at lying.
• “Sis, it's really great to see you,” she started again, sipping her juice from the glass.
• I smiled. “Samantha, it’s also great to see you too, but I’m sorry; I don’t have much time to spare on unimportant things. I have to leave right now.”
• Samantha dropped her glass. “No, sis,” she said, her tone dropping. “Are you trying to avoid me? What have I done, sis? It’s been five years, and I’ve only missed you. I can’t wait for you to come back and help with the company. I’m dying carrying it on my back and waiting for you to return every year. Thankfully, you’re here right now.”
• What the actual fuck! I’ve known Samantha since she was pretty young, and does she really have that talent for acting?
• I would swear on my late mother's grave that she’s such a sweet, innocent girl.
• How does she sleep at night knowing she lives such a life full of lies?
• Well, I guess she lives well riding on Luca’s dick and moaning. However, all that is about to change because I’m about to give them insomnia. They can’t do me dirty and sleep so well.
• Looking at Samantha, I wondered how long she would keep up this stupid act. I was smiling at her, but inside, I was seething.
• Here she goes, talking about missing me and pretending to be all concerned and excited that I was back. If I were her, I’d be preparing for my obituary instead of trying to catch up with me.
• Suddenly, Samantha leaned in close and grabbed my palms again. I gritted my teeth tightly, trying to maintain the facade as she spoke.
• “Guess what, sis?” Her lips curled into a smile as she continued excitedly. “The merging you’ve always wanted to do with the fashion and clothing department? We succeeded in doing it this year, girl. And also, the increased bonuses for interns and attorneys who win more notable cases in the law firm? We implemented that too.”
• “Everything you wanted to work on before you left, we’re doing it, sis. I can’t wait for you to join us,” she added, and I scowled.
• She really has some nerve. Such a dumb bitch! They can’t even draft their own goals for the company. They’re still working with everything I wrote down—all that I planned for them.
• Well, guess what? I wrote that so I could also destroy it. I know exactly what could take it down to the ground… They would never expect that.
• I pulled back, narrowing my eyes as I gazed at Samantha’s perfectly made-up face. “So, Samantha, why did you bring me here? I have limited time to spend with you.”
• Her smile faltered for a moment as she raised her gaze to fix it on me. “Daddy misses you. When are you coming back to the company?”