The Kiss that Sparked it All

Even if Mara hadn’t always been the kindest friend, Olivia genuinely cared for her. The news had hit her like a ton of bricks; she spent three nights tossing and turning, haunted by Mara’s sleep-talking confessions.

Could it have been just a nightmare that made Mara spout such nonsense?

Why would Mara hurt her sister?

The question loomed over Olivia like a dark cloud, a shadow she couldn’t shake.

Now, finally face to face with Mara, she found the courage to confront her.

“You don’t understand a thing, do you? You have no idea about the pain I’ve endured all these years. I’ve told you, knowing too much is bad for you. If you want to stay by my side, stop asking questions. And you should know, my hands are already stained with blood. I wouldn’t mind adding yours to the list,” Mara threatened, but Olivia was unfazed.

“Oh, really? Do you honestly think I can’t scream right now? That would bring Balfour running, and he’d see you for the cruel monster you really are.”

Mara didn’t dare take that risk. Everyone knew Balfour was her Achilles’ heel. She couldn’t bear the thought of him discovering the truth. For years, she had worked tirelessly to keep

this secret from him.

Regret gnawed at her. How she wished she had stayed by Balfour’s side. If only she had, things could’ve been different.

Mara knew too well that Balfour had harbored a soft spot for her sister Victoria.

But the world had no place for ‘ifs,’ and there were no second chances.

To win over the man she desired, she had to eliminate her rival, to forge a bond that wo obligate Balfour to her!

“You know, I don’t understand why you’d strike down your own sister with such venom. Didn’t you think for a second that she would die with her eyes wide open, full of rage and sorrow?” Olivia’s voice was ice-cold.

Mara’s lips curled into a smile. “So what? I’ve warned you not to bring this up again. Otherwise, I can’t promise what I might do. Even if Balfour finds out, I’ll show no mercy.”

Her smile was wicked, unrestrained, as if there was nothing in the world she feared.

Olivia retreated, step by step, until she could no longer bear to meet Mara’s gaze and bolted downstairs.

Only when Mara was out of sight did Olivia clutch her chest, panting. “This woman is terrifying. I need to move out-staying with her could be the death of me!” Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

It was a bitter realization. After all these years, to have her friend turn on her so suddenly and to know there was blood on Mara’s hands!

But what could she do, even with this knowledge? Mara was smug because she had destroyed all the evidence from back then. If it weren’t for Mara’s murmured confessions in her sleep, Olivia would never have suspected that this Mara was a far cry from the real

one.

As for proof, it was all but a series of clues that led to speculation, nothing concrete to pin on her. No wonder Mara was so confident.

“Miss, are you alright?”