Chapter 65
Samantha’s POV
“Step aside?” I interrupted, “You are out of your mind if you think I am handing over my kids to you or anyone else. I would die before I let that happen.”
“How noble,” she drawled. “But don’t fool yourself into thinking this is a choice, Samantha. You are playing a losing game. You are weak. And when you fall, those kids will be left to pick up the pieces. Do you really want that for them?”
My hand trembled with the force of my grip on the phone. “You don’t know a damn thing about me or what I am capable of. And if you come near my children, if you even think about trying to take them again, you will regret it.”
“Oh, I’m trembling,” Olivia mocked. “You think you can scare me, Samantha? You think your little threats mean anything? I have dealt with bigger obstacles than you, and I have crushed them all. You are nothing.”
“Try me,” I spat. “Come near my children, and I will show you exactly what I am capable of. You think you are ruthless, Olivia? You don’t know the first thing about it.”
There was a brief pause, and then her voice dropped, cold and venomous. “You are going to regret this, Samantha. You and your little brats are living on borrowed time. And when the time comes, don’t say I did not warn you.”
“Stay away from my kids,” I hissed. “This is your last warning. If you so much as breathe near them, I will make sure you regret it for the rest of your miserable life.”
“Big talk for someone who’s already lost,” she shot back. “You can’t protect them forever, Samantha. Sooner or later, they will be mine... or they will be gone.”
Her words sent a jolt of cold terror through me, but I refused to let her hear the fear in my voice. Instead, I clung to my anger like a lifeline, letting it harden my response.
"You will never get near my children, Olivia," I warned. "Never."
"You think Dominic will stick around forever?" Olivia sneered. "Once he realizes you are just a weak, broken woman clinging to something you do not deserve, he will come back to me. He always does."