I adjusted my designer dress as Isabelle and I entered the Shadowfall Club, James Knight''s birthday celebration was in full swing, the exclusive venue filled with the elite of werewolf society,


    "Do you think Ethan''s here yet?" Isabelle asked, scanning the crowd,


    I smiled confidently. "Of course. He wouldn''t miss his best friend''s birthday,"


    We made our way to Moonlight Suite 888, where a security guard checked our names against the guest list before allowing us entry.


    James greeted us warmly, epting our gifts with his trademark charming smile. "Ladies, you look ravishing tonight."


    "Happy birthday, Jay," I said, kissing his cheek. "Where''s Ethan?"


    James gestured vaguely. "Taking a call. Business never stops for our Alpha King."


    I nodded, hiding my disappointment. I''d hoped to spend the evening by Ethan''s


    side, especially after our intimate phone conversationst night.


    "Let''s get drinks," Isabelle suggested, leading me toward the bar.


    As we settled into plush seats with our moonlight wine, I spotted a familiar figure leaving a room across the corridor.


    “Isabelle,” I hissed, nudging her. "Look who''s here."


    Isabelle''s eyes narrowed as she recognized Olivia Winters. "What is she doing here? She wasn''t invited."


    I watched as Olivia hurried toward the exit, her expression troubled. "Probably spying on Ethan for Lucas ckwood."


    Isabelle''s face contorted with anger. "That b***h. After what she did to mest night..."


    Before I could stop her, Isabelle was on her feet, ss in hand, marching toward Olivia. I followed quickly, both concerned and curious about what would unfold.


    "Olivia Winters!" Isabelle called out, her voice sharp with hatred.


    Olivia turned, her expression shifting from surprise to wariness as she recognized Isabelle.


    "What do you want?" Olivia asked coldly.


    Isabelle''s lips curled into a sneer. "I want you to pay for what you did to me."


    < Chapter 66: You Think I C...


    Without warning, Isabelle threw her ss of wine directly at Olivia''s face. Olivia reacted quickly, dodging sideways, but some of the red liquid still sshed onto her white blouse and hair.


    I suppressed a smile of satisfaction as Olivia stood there, wine dripping from her hair. This was the perfect opportunity to further damage her reputation in front of the club''s elite clientele.


    What I didn''t expect was Olivia''s reaction. Instead of retreating in humiliation, her eyes zed with fury. She grabbed Isabelle''s arm and dragged her toward James''s private room.


    "What are you doing?" Isabelle shrieked, struggling against Olivia''s grip. "Let go of me!"


    I followed them, torn between concern for Isabelle and excitement at the drama unfolding. This would certainly give everyone something to talk about.


    (Olivia''s POV)


    I pulled Isabelle into James''s private room, my patiencepletely shattered. First Ethan with his absurd usations, and now this spoiled brat attacking me in public.


    Without hesitation, I grabbed a full bottle of expensive moonlight wine from an ice bucket and uncorked it. "You want to y with wine?" I asked, my voice dangerously calm. "Let''s y."


    Isabelle''s eyes widened in horror as she realized my intention. "Don''t you dare-"


    I upended the bottle over her head, drenching her perfectly styled hair and designer dress with the cold liquid. She screamed, the sound high-pitched and satisfying.


    James Knight rushed over, his expression a mix of shock and amusement. "Ladies, please-"


    "Stay out of this, James," I warned, setting the empty bottle down. "I''llpensate you for the wine."


    "You think I care?" I retorted, my voice carrying through the suddenly silent room.


    I turned to find Ethan standing in the doorway, his expression hardening at my


    words. The entire room seemed to freeze, guests sensing the tension crackling between us.


    James cleared his throat awkwardly. "Perhaps we should give them some privacy."


    He gestured for the other guests to leave, which they did with obvious reluctance, their eyes darting between Ethan and me as they filed out.


    Victoria remained, her arm around a sobbing Isabelle. "Look what she''s done!" Victoria eximed, her voice dripping with false concern. "She''spletely ruined Isabelle''s dress!"


    I turned to Ethan, ignoring Victoria''s theatrics. "Did you know your cousin arranged for Miles ckwood to drug me at the restaurant?"


    Ethan''s gaze shifted to Isabelle, who paled visibly beneath the wine staining her face.


    “It''s not true!” Isabelle protested, clinging to Victoria for support. “She''s lying!"


    "Miles ckwood was arrested for multiple assaults," I continued coldly. "I was one of his intended victims. He drugged my drink on Isabelle''s instructions."


    Ethan''s expression darkened further, his amber eyes fixed on his trembling cousin.


    Victoria stepped forward, her face a perfect mask of concern despite her obvious disgust at Isabelle''s wine-soaked state. "Ethan, you can''t possibly believe these usations. Olivia is clearly trying to deflect


    +15 Points


    attention from her own behavior."


    "My behavior?" I challenged.


    Victoria nodded, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Everyone knows you''ve been throwing yourself at Lucas ckwood. Just like you stole Ethan from me five years ago, now you''re trying to steal Lucas."