“You’re really hard to kill. Not even that could finish you off.”
“Even if you’re back, so what? As long as I’m here, Mom, Dad, and Ethan will never give you a second glance.”
Her bulldog barked at me from her side.
I smirked coldly.
“Relax. I’m not interested in fighting you over a pile of garbage.”
I didn’t want them—but in this lifetime, Olivia wouldn’t get them either.
Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and shoved it against herself, then stumbled back two steps and screamed, pretending to fall.
The scene played out just as Ethan walked in.
He rushed over and slapped me hard across the face.
“Madison Clark! How dare you push Olivia? Just because you’ve got Bennett blood doesn’t mean you can throw your weight around!”
I licked the blood from the corner of my mouth, then jumped up and slapped him back—harder.
“Stray dogs cross the street to avoid me. What the hell are you?”
“Hit me again, and I’ll break your arm.”
Ethan had never suffered such humiliation in his life. His eyes went blood-red with rage.
In the past, whenever Olivia framed me, I would freeze in fear.
But now, I hooked my lips into a smirk, yanked her up by the arm, and said,
“That fall was pathetic. Do it again—for real this time.”