NO ONE'S POV
"What on earth are you doing here?" Vivien asked, her voice tight as she stared at Amelia, who was currently sitting right in front of her on the small, worn-out apartment couch.
Amelia's eyes immediately locked onto a glaring, dark purple bite mark peeking out from the collar of Vivien's shirt. A suffocating anger burned straight through her chest, making her nails dig into her own palms. But with her dad's threats still echoing in her head and her own reputation currently burning to ash on the internet, she forced herself to hold back her screams.
"I am here to make a deal," Amelia said, crossing her arms tightly over her chest and leaning back, trying to look superior.
Vivien raised a single eyebrow. "What kind of deal?"
Amelia reached into her luxury handbag, pulled out a check, and slapped it onto the coffee table between them. "Five million dollars. Take this money and leave the city permanently. I don't want to see your face anywhere near Dominic ever again."
