Chapter 268
His amber gaze wasn’t on me at all, but fixed on something–someone–at the doorway.
“Olivia, what are you trying to do by calling me here?” Ethan’s voice was dangerously quiet. “Did you want me to see Connor Blackthorn assaulting Victoria?”
At the mention of Olivia’s name, my cries faltered. I quickly looked up and locked eyes with Olivia Winters standing in the doorway, her emerald eyes watching me with cold calculation.
A jolt of dread shot through me. Why was she here? Had Connor told her something? Alarm bells rang in my mind as I realized I might be walking into a trap.
I pulled desperately at Ethan’s hand, my voice rising with genuine panic now. “Ethan, take me away from here–please!”
But Ethan remained motionless, his attention still fixed on Olivia, suspicion evident in his rigid posture.
Desperation mounting, I clung to his waist, my voice trembling. “Ethan…”
Olivia observed me with detached interest, then let out a cold laugh. Her emerald eyes glinted dangerously in the dim light of the
room.
“Victoria Frost, what are you so afraid of?” she asked, her voice soft but cutting.
Her question hung in the air between us, a challenge I couldn’t ignore. I needed to maintain my victim narrative at all costs.
“I’m afraid Connor will hurt me again!” I cried, injecting raw fear into my voice. I turned my attack toward Olivia, hoping to shift
suspicion. “Olivia Winters, was it you? Last time Connor failed, now you’re having him try again?”
Olivia’s gaze grew sharper, more focused. She turned to Connor, who had risen to his feet, his eyes showing raw pain.
“You’re saying I forced you?” Connor asked, his voice hollow.
His stare bore into me, but I refused to meet his eyes. Instead, I buried my face deeper into Ethan’s chest, clinging to him like a
lifeline.
“Ethan, please,” I begged. “Take me away from here.”
I could feel Ethan’s resolve weakening. His protective instincts were overriding his suspicion. He shifted his weight, preparing to
pick me up and leave this nightmare behind.
Suddenly, a sultry voice burst from behind us.
“Connor- kiss me!”
My own voice, unmistakable and clear as day, played from somewhere in the room. I whipped my head around to see Connor holding up his phone, a recording playing at full volume.
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The effect was explosive. Both Ethan and I turned in shock toward the sound. I immediately recognized the recording from our
night at the Crescent Moon Hotel.
Panic surged within me like a tidal wave. Ethan must not hear this!
“Connor Blackthorn!” I screamed, trying to launch myself at him.
In my desperation, I forgot I was supposed to be in a wheelchair after my “injury.” I collapsed pathetically to the ground, my
outstretched hand nowhere near the phone.
All I could do was watch in horror as the recording continued to play throughout The Forsaken Room.
The sounds were unmistakable–my moans, my whispered endearments, the rustling of sheets. On the recording, we were
tangled together–my legs around his waist, my voice wanton, my actions leaving nothing to the imagination.
The scene made it crystal clear to anyone listening: I was a willing participant. There was no coercion. All my pleas of being at
victim were exposed as lies.
I watched Ethan’s face as he listened. His amber eyes darkened, his jaw clenched tight. I could almost see his wolf snarling
beneath his skin at the betrayal.
“Ethan, don’t listen! Don’t look!” I sobbed, crawling forward to clutch at his leg. “It’s a fake, Connor made it up! It’s not me, it
isn’t me!”
Ethan remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the phone as more of my passionate declarations of love for Connor filled the room.
Desperation made me reckless. “It’s Olivia! She had Connor fake this recording to make you misunderstand, to break us apart…” I
clawed at his pants, trying to regain his attention. “Ethan, don’t fall for their trick!”
But Ethan ignored me completely, his gaze never leaving the phone as the damning evidence continued to play.
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