Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia and Ethan) novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81

My stomach sank. That explained the heavy, sluggish pulse in

my body. I was on my own.

Chole crouched in front of me, resting her elbow on her knee

and the lighter under my chin. “You’re brave. I’ll give you that.

But brave girls die too. Bravery makes you reckless.”

I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch.

Her face twisted. “Say something, you whore.”

Nothing.

Stay calm. Stay quiet. Don’t provoke her.

She stood up abruptly and slapped me hard across the face.

My head jerked sideways with the blow. My jaw throbbed. A

metallic tang flooded my mouth.

“Still quiet?” she spat. “You think silence makes you strong? No,

sweetheart. It makes you boring. I can’t kill boring.”

She paced again, her boots thudding against the hardwood. “But

I can maim boring. You want to see what I’m capable of? I’ll

have my men take turns with you. Then I’ll cut off your legs

and feed them to dogs. And your arms? I’ll hang them on the

gates of the Windsor estate like art. Then I’ll douse this pretty

little house in kerosene and burn it down with you in it.”

Another slap. I didn’t turn my head this time. My cheek flared

with pain.

“Why?” she snarled. “Why don’t you scream? Why don’t you

beg?”

I swallowed blood and calmly said, “Because you won’t let me

1. go. Begging won’t change that.”

Her nostrils flared. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked

my face toward hers. “Ungrateful bitch. You don’t even appreciate the mercy I’m offering. I’m giving you a chance to

live, and you’re pissing on it.”

I winced but didn’t speak. Every muscle in my body wanted to

scream, but I held back.

“You think being quiet makes you some kind of martyr?” she

hissed. “You think it makes you holy?” She laughed, high-

pitched and shaking. “You’re just a manipulative slut who fooled Ethan, tricked the media, and probably spread your legs

for that Alexander/creep.”

I blinked. I couldn’t react. I wouldn’t.

“You’re not beautiful. You’re not smart. You’re just lucky. But

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that ends now.”

She raised her hand again–another slap, harder than before.

Then another.

“Say something, you dumb slut!”

When I finally opened my mouth, my voice was low and steady. “Murder is still a crime, Chole. You kill me, you’ll spend

your life in prison.”

She stared at me, stunned for half a second.

“Say something!” she snapped, voice shaking. “Why won’t you beg?! You should be down on your knees!”

“Then let me ask you something,” I continued, voice steady

despite the pulse pounding in my ears, “what do you think

Ethan will do when he finds out what you’ve done?”

Chole’s expression twisted, but she stayed quiet.

“If you kill me, he’ll never forgive you,” I said. “He’ll blame

himself. He’ll grieve. And you? You’ll always be the one who

ended his wife.”

Her nostrils flared. “He’s not grieving. He’s already over you.”

“No, he’s not,” I said softly. “You saw what happened at the

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airport. If he were truly over me, would he have chased me like

that? Would he have picked you up only after I left him lying

there?”

Chole’s face went pale, and for a moment, her grip on the lighter

loosened.

“Wasn’t it my slap that made him show you affection? Do you

think it was love, or just guilt?” I leaned forward a fraction. “If

you kill me, the last image in his mind will be the woman he

never got to apologize to. You won’t win him that way, Chole.

You’ll lose him forever!”

Thán

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