In the dimly lit room, the unsettling sound of approaching footsteps shattered the eerie silence. Emily's heart raced, and her mind spiraled as she strained to identify the intruders.
"Let me see her," demanded a voice, filled with a chilling familiarity. Panic gripped Emily as she tried to place the voice, to discern who had entered their prison.
As the strangers drew nearer, Emily's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. "You... you... you are Ethan's stepmother, Olivia Dante," she stammered. The recognition finally clicked, and she was struck by both surprise and concern.
"Wow, bitch, you remembered me," Olivia retorted sarcastically, a wicked glint in her eyes. She exuded an air of malevolence, confirming Emily's worst fears.
"I remember you well," Emily replied, regaining her composure. "You were dealt a humiliating slap when you barged into his house."
The mere mention of the humiliating slap seemed to enrage Olivia, who wore a scowl of anger. She lashed out violently, delivering a vicious slap to Emily's face. Emily winced at the sharp pain but held her ground, her spirit unbroken.
"Bitch, you're quite feisty and sharp-tongued," Olivia sneered. "But it's like you don't know that I've got you in the palm of my hands, and by the time I'm done with you, you'll know your place."
With unwavering determination, Emily issued a warning of her own. "When Ethan and Anthony Dante find out that you're behind the kidnapping of Mia, forget about me. You'll be in deep trouble."
A cold smile curled on Olivia's lips as she responded, "And who's going to tell them? You... that's if you get out of here alive."
Emily's heart sank at Olivia's cruel assurance, as she was quick to confirm her suspicions.
"But wait, did you say Mia?" Olivia's widened eyes betrayed her shock, revealing that she had not know that mia was also kidnapped alongside Emily