From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 58

Watching Olivia Bennett, so calm and collected, Lavinia Bennett felt a weight in her chest, like someone had dropped a brick right on her heart. She frowned, suspecting she’d just been played for a fool.

But she’d already said what she said—no point in backtracking now. Olivia would just have a field day laughing at her.

So, with a deep breath and a stubborn set of her jaw, Lavinia blurted out, “Alright. The 26th of next month.”

Olivia barely looked up, simply let out a distracted “Mm-hmm,” then scribbled out a receipt with a few quick flicks of her pen.

She tore off the slip and handed it over. “Here you go. Hang on to this, and you can just show up for the shoot on the day. Oh, and don’t forget your credit card.”

Her eyes sparkled with amusement, like she was already savoring the sweet satisfaction of collecting a ten-million-dollar payment.

Lavinia nearly choked. She felt like she could cough up blood right then and there.

“Take it,” Olivia prompted, puzzled at Lavinia’s hesitation, waving the receipt closer.

Lavinia grabbed the paper, her expression thunderous. She’d come in with a mission—and technically, she’d gotten what she wanted—but somehow, she felt worse than when she started.

“If you’re having second thoughts, it’s fine. I can always pretend I never wrote that receipt,” Olivia’s voice drifted over, calm and almost casual.

It was like someone had thrown open a window in Lavinia’s mind, flooding her with sunlight. Suddenly, everything made sense. Olivia’s nonchalance was all an act.

Back when Lavinia had first told her she was marrying Daniel Gill, she’d seen the hurt flash in Olivia’s eyes, the disbelief. There was no way Olivia was fine with it this quickly. She was just pretending.

All this talk about “if you regret it, it’s fine”—Olivia wasn’t concerned about Lavinia’s feelings. She was the one who wanted to take it back.

Yeah, right. Keep dreaming.

Lavinia wanted nothing more than to see Olivia’s face—forced to photograph her and Daniel’s wedding, hurting but powerless to say anything.

Helen took it like it was the last golden ticket in the world, sneaking a quick look at Olivia. She’d been worried Olivia might be devastated, but to her surprise, Olivia looked cool and collected—even a little pleased with herself.

Helen grinned, treating the receipt like some kind of holy relic. “Don’t worry, Olivia. I’ll guard it with my life. If it disappears, I disappear.”

Ten million dollars! She’d never even seen that many zeros in one place.

If she lost it, she joked to herself, she couldn’t pay it back even if she sold her soul.

Olivia chuckled, genuinely amused by Helen’s antics. “Once that money’s in, you’re the MVP.”

Helen just giggled, “Oh, I wouldn’t go that far.”

With everything settled, Olivia finally turned to Adelina Lane, who’d been silently watching the whole exchange from the corner of the studio.