Chapter 142: Refusing
Olivia's POV
I scoffed. What does Anita take me for, a fool? She thinks I've lost my memory, so I don't remember the kind of shitty person that she is? She really thinks I'll believe her? Heaven knows what she's planning, but whatever it is, it's never going to work.
"I don't know you, so why should I trust you?" I said, still pretending like I was suffering from memory loss.
Anita frowned and folded her arms. "You don't have to know me, Olivia… I'm a woman like you, and I know you'll go into heat tomorrow night, so this is me trying to reunite you with your husband," she said, sounding in a convincing tone.
What a terrible actress she was.
"I don't need your help. Gabriel said he's coming to pick me up, so I'll wait for him," I said and turned to walk away, but Anita grabbed my arm, forcing me to stop and look at her. My frown deepened—my patience was wearing thin.
"Alpha Gabriel isn't coming, Olivia. The triplets are keeping you here as a captive," she said.
I yanked my arm out of her grip.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I snapped, my voice sharper than I meant it to be—but I didn't care. Her touch made my skin crawl.
Anita didn't flinch. She only softened her expression, eyes wide with fake concern, like she was trying to sell me some twisted version of compassion. She took a slow step closer.
"I know this is hard to accept," she said in a low, urgent voice. "But you're not safe here, Olivia. You think those triplets care about you? No! They kidnapped you, Olivia… they're obsessed with you and kidnapped you… you have to leave."
I stared at her, my frown deepening. This bitch is a fucking liar.