Dahlia's POV
I looked at Ivana with casual indifference and replied, "You make a fair point about my thick skin, though yours seems considerably thicker. After all, you call him brother while fantasizing about warming his bed at night."
A satisfied smirk crossed my lips as the words left my mouth.
Ivana appeared unaffected by my barb. Instead, she stepped closer and linked her arm through mine, her lips curving into a saccharine smile that sent an uncomfortable chill down my spine.
"Dahlia, your schemes will fail. You destroyed my good name, but you won't escape consequences," she whispered, her tone honeyed yet laced with venom.
I froze momentarily, but before I could formulate a response, she suddenly hurled herself backward, tumbling down the staircase in a dramatic display.
"Well, that's genuinely unhinged," I muttered.
