Betrayal At The Altar

With cat–like tread, Olivia Cruise crept up behind Rachel Grey, then lunged forward and shoved her with all her might, pushing her onto the road.

Without warning, the powerful force jolted Rachel from behind, hurtling her onto the busy street. She teetered in the middle of the road, and as she fought to regain her balance, a speeding car hurtled toward her from the opposite direction.

Thankfully, the driver spotted Rachel just in time and skillfully swerved the car to avoid hitting her in a close call.

As the car zoomed past Rachel, she felt a sudden gust of wind nearly knocking her off her feet. She stumbled for a moment but then regained her footing.

Everything happened in an instant, catching her off guard.

The driver suddenly rolled down the window and shouted at Rachel, “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Do you want to die? Get out of here, and don’t mess with me!” Rachel was visibly shaken. Her face turned pale, and her fingers curled tightly as if she had seen a ghost.

It wasn’t until the car had gone that her mind finally returned to reality.

Rachel spun around and saw Olivia standing on the sidewalk, her face radiating with youthful innocence and a broad smile on her lips. But Rachel’s expression swiftly transformed, her features taking on an icy, frosty veneer like winter had descended upon her face.

narrowed into slits, ominous darkness crept into their depths. Her hands, previously hanging by her sides, balled up into fists so tightly that her

“If that car hadn’t dodged me in time, I’d have been flung over ten meters away by

up with someone as vile as Olivia,

chill down Olivia’s spine. With each purposeful step, she emanated

with an innocent expression and said, “Rachel, I was just trying to have a little fun with

a resounding slap across Olivia’s face,

by the force of a slap. Then, before she could even

strength into the two slaps, and in no time, Olivia’s face turned red and swollen,

confident that she had the upper hand. She assumed that Rachel was intimidated

connections, crushing her would be a piece of

never expected that Rachel would have the guts to lay her hands on her in

and looked pitifully at Rachel. “Rachel, I was just messing with you! Why’d you have to take it so seriously?” Unfortunately, her status as a public