A Devious Betrayal and a Father's Fury

I woke up to darkness and the sound of harsh laughter. My head pounded, and the cold metal biting into my wrists sent waves of weakness through my body. Silver. The chains were silver.

"The dark-haired one's still out," a gruff voice said. "Maybe we gave her too much."

"Doesn't matter. She'll be dead by morning anyway."

My heart stopped, but I kept my eyes closed, my breathing steady. Dead? They were planning to kill me?

"The boss won't like that," the first voice replied. "He wanted her alive."

A bitter laugh followed. "The boss isn't calling the shots anymore. Olivia's paying double what he offered, and all she wants is proof the bitch is dead. Said something about filming it when she's awake so she knows exactly why she's dying."

I fought to keep my expression neutral as fear clawed at my throat. Olivia. Julian's right-hand woman who had always hated me. This was her doing.

"What about the blonde?"