(Victoria''s POV)


    I watched with satisfaction as tension filled the room. This was my chance to redirect everyone''s attention away from Isabelle''s foolish scheme with Miles ckwood.


    "You''re all forgetting something important," I said, my voice dripping with false concern. "This isn''t the first time Olivia has been involved with drugging incidents."


    Ethan''s head snapped toward me, his amber eyes darkening. Perfect.


    "What are you talking about?" James asked, clearly intrigued by the drama unfolding at his birthday celebration.


    I smiled sweetly, cing aforting hand on Isabelle''s wine-soaked shoulder. "Five years ago, when Ethan and I were supposed to announce our engagement, Olivia drugged him."


    The room fell silent. I could feel Olivia''s re burning into me.


    "She slipped something into his drink at the Moonstone G," I continued, my voice trembling with manufactured emotion. "By the time I found them, she had already taken advantage of him."


    Isabelle nodded eagerly beside me, grateful for the diversion. "It''s true! Everyone knows the story."


    I turned to Ethan, whose jaw had tightened dangerously. "That''s why you''ve never trusted her, isn''t it? She trapped you with that pregnancy."


    Olivia''s bitterugh cut through the tension. "Is that the story you''ve been telling everyone, Victoria?" Her emerald eyes met mine with such contempt that I almost flinched. Almost.


    "How convenient," Olivia continued, her voice steady despite her wine-stained appearance. "You''ve been spinning that tale for five years, and now you''re using it to distract from the fact that your friend tried to have me drugged and assaulted."


    I maintained my innocent expression. "I''m simply pointing out a pattern of behavior."


    Olivia''s lips curved into a knowing smirk. "The only pattern here is your desperation, Victoria."


    (Olivia''s POV)


    I turned away from Victoria''s pathetic attempt to rewrite history and focused on Isabelle. The spoiled brat was hiding behind Victoria, still dripping with the wine I''d poured over her.


    "Let''s talk about what really matters," I said, stepping closer to Isabelle. "What exactly was supposed to happen after Miles drugged me at the Moonstone Dining Hall?"


    Isabelle''s eyes widened with fear. She hadn''t expected me to confront her so directly.


    "I don''t know what you''re talking about," she stammered, looking to Victoria for support.


    "What if I hadn''t gotten away?" I demanded, my voice trembling with suppressed fury. "What if he hadn''tpleted what you arranged for him to do?"


    +15 Points >


    The room grew ufortably quiet. Even James Knight, known for his love of drama, seemed disturbed by the implications of my questions.


    Isabelle''s face flushed with anger beneath the wine stains. "You''re making things up! I had nothing to do with Miles!"


    "Really?" I pulled out my phone, scrolling through it deliberately. "That''s not what the security footage from the restaurant shows."


    It was a bluff, but Isabelle didn''t know that. Her eyes darted nervously around the


    room.


    "You think you''re so special," she suddenly spat, losing control. "Just because you''re Ethan''s mate doesn''t mean you deserve respect!"


    Victoria grabbed Isabelle''s arm, trying to silence her, but it was toote.