From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 33

Seeing how Olivia didn’t even hesitate, Lavinia Bennett paused, her brows knitting together. “Come on, Olivia—I’m still your Lavinia, you know. We basically grew up together. Can’t we at least have a chat? Or… are you scared of me?”

Olivia’s face was unreadable, cool as ice. “Why would I be scared of you?”

Lavinia gave a smug little smirk, tossing her perfectly styled hair. “Oh, please. You’ve always been afraid to face me. I mean, let’s be real—I’ve been your kryptonite since we were kids, haven’t I?”

She stepped forward, reaching out to give Olivia a patronizing pat on the shoulder, her voice dipping with mocking laughter. “But you don’t have to worry anymore. There’s really nothing about you worth my attention these days.”

The life of a pampered heiress—designer clothes, gourmet brunches, fancy garden parties—that was all hers now. The admiring glances, the envious whispers, even Daniel Gill, the golden boy everyone adored—he was hers too.

Olivia? She’d never get a shot at any of it. Not in this lifetime.

Olivia took a step back, her brows drawing together as she brushed off the spot Lavinia had touched, as if removing a stain.

Since she could remember, she’d known her parents were gone—taken by some cruel twist of fate. At first, Mason Bennett and his family hadn’t exactly loved her, but they’d at least provided for her, let her live in their sprawling house.

But as she’d gotten older, the Bennetts’ attitude had changed. They stopped caring about her altogether. Eventually, they couldn’t even hide their contempt.

She hadn’t even turned eighteen when she finally moved out on her own, shutting the door on the Bennett family and everything that came with them.

And Lavinia? She’d always hated Olivia. If Olivia ever managed to outshine her—even just a little, like getting a better grade in school—Lavinia would go out of her way to knock her down a peg. If Olivia had anything she liked, Lavinia made sure to swoop in and take it.

Sometimes, Olivia wondered—why? Lavinia had everything she could ever want. All she had to do was bat her lashes and Mason or Carmen would hand her the world on a silver platter. So why was she always so set on tearing Olivia down?

She never found an answer.

Lavinia didn’t answer. Instead, she pulled out her phone and shoved it in Olivia’s face.

On the screen was a photo—Olivia and Daniel, standing outside a restaurant, caught in an awkward moment. Their faces were hard to see, but it was obvious they were talking, just the two of them.

Olivia’s stomach dropped. She hadn’t expected anyone to see that, much less take a photo.

Seeing Olivia’s recognition, Lavinia pulled the phone back, her glare frosty and full of warning. “I know you’re still hung up on Daniel. But here’s my advice—whatever you’re feeling, keep it to yourself.”

“What’s his is his, and what’s mine is mine. You can chase after him all you want, but it’s not going to work. Daniel and I? We’re getting married soon. So do yourself a favor—get out of the way.”

When she’d first gotten that photo, Lavinia had barely stopped herself from hunting Olivia down and slapping her across the face.