Chapter 3

"What are you doing? How dare you touch my stuff!"

From the second floor came Emily's voice, then the clattering of frantic footsteps.

She came down with steak sauce still smeared on her face, hair a mess.

Two maids followed with suitcases, looking uncomfortable.

"Olivia! What the hell are you doing?" Emily rushed up to me, tears in her eyes. "Do your parents know you're treating me like this?"

Guilt twisted in my chest as I watched her. I wanted to tell her the truth, but Penny had complete control—I couldn't move.

"They'll find out soon enough," Penny said calmly.…