“The person who designs the foundation knows exactly how to bring the entire structure down.”
Daniel’s face collapsed in defeat.
Suddenly, Chloe screamed, doubling over as her water broke. Panic erupted again. Paramedics rushed in while Daniel was dragged away, shouting helplessly.
Margaret followed, hysterical, her composure completely gone.
Within minutes, their world had collapsed in front of everyone.
Olivia stood in the center of the room, watching it all unfold. She felt no guilt. No regret. Only peace.
Rachel approached, handing her a glass of champagne.
“Ready to leave?” she asked.
Olivia shook her head, turning toward the crowd now watching her with awe.
“No,” she said calmly. “This is just the beginning.”
That night, Olivia proved something undeniable: revenge isn’t impulsive—it’s built with precision, patience, and perfect timing. And in a world where people tried to dim her light, she became something far more powerful.
She became untouchable.
