Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 52

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.

a broad smile on her lips. But Rachel’s expression swiftly transformed, her features taking

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

time, I’d have been flung over ten meters away by

up with someone as vile

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

her with an innocent expression and said, “Rachel, I

hand snapped forward and landed a resounding slap

face was knocked to the side by the force of a slap. Then, before she could even react, Rachel struck

all her strength into the two slaps, and in no time, Olivia’s face turned red and swollen, with traces of blood oozing from the

the upper hand. She assumed that Rachel was intimidated by the powerful Cruise and Smith

any influential connections, crushing her would be a

expected that Rachel would have the guts to lay her hands on her in public.

covered her face 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 figure made it difficult for her

curled into a smile, but her eyes betrayed an icy coldness. “Just messing with me? Then let’s