Anabelle quickly recalled her dream, uneasily brushing a stray lock of hair from her cheek. โThereโs nothing between me and your brother,โ she replied.
โReally?โ Bounty asked, her skepticism evident. It wasnโt a lack of trust in Anabelle, but rather a profound distrust of her brother. She knew him wellโthis was a predator who wouldn't miss an opportunity.
โAnabelle, I donโt care what happened between you and my brother. Get me his divorce papers, then break it off. I wonโt let himโor our familyโbe destroyed because of you. Stay away from us!โ
Anabelle remained silent. She wouldn't return to Alpha. She couldn't. His restored healthโhis calm, upright bearing, his vitalityโreassured her about his heart condition.
Looking up at Bounty, Anabelle said, โBounty, I will deal with your brother, but I need to explain what happened. Kory and I werenโt what you think. I canโt explain the surveillance footage from that year; I have no memory of it, as if I were being controlled.โ
Bounty, unusually calm this timeโa stark contrast to her former volatile reactionsโhad actually invited Anabelle to hear her side of the story. Reflecting on Oliveโs recent revelations, she realized how many strange inconsistencies surrounded those years.
Bounty frowned. โControlled? You meanโฆ the Augustine family was somehow involved?โ
Anabelle considered this, searching her fragmented memories. โI was unwell that night. The last person I saw wasโฆ a little girlโฆโ
A little girl? Could it be Naomi Scott? Bounty had long supported impoverished mountain children, and Naomi was her favorite. Bright and studious, Naomi had spent that summer vacation with Bounty, visiting the bustling Imperial city. On Bounty's birthday, the entire Augustine family had gathered at the mansion, Naomi included. Naomi was very young then, almost insignificant, and the chaos of war had blurred the memory.
Anabelle's mention of the girl sparked images in Bounty's mind. Anabelle and Rory were in a room; someone shouted, alerting everyone. Bounty rememberedโthat person was Naomi. Then, disoriented, sheโd stood on the stairs, her nine-month pregnant belly straining, seemingly seeing Naomi again.
Naomi! Could Naomi be connected to the incident? Bounty recoiled, dismissing the idea as mere coincidence. Yet, the coincidence felt significant, unsettling.
โBounty! Bounty, whatโs wrong?โ Anabelleโs voice cut through Bountyโs thoughts.
Bounty regained her composure. She wanted to speak, but a sharp headache and ringing in her ears struck again.
โBounty, you look terrible. Iโll call a doctor.โ
โNo need,โ Bounty said, pausing. โAnabelle, go. I need to verify something. Iโll call if thereโs news.โ
Anabelle, seeing Bountyโs determination, nodded and left.
Alone, Bounty clutched her head, fighting to stay awake. Something was wrong with Naomi! Days ago, sheโd seen Naomi, with Elvis. Naomiโs proximity to Elvisโand her reappearanceโfelt deliberate. Was Anabelle and Elvis the target? And Bounty, the unwitting victim?
Oh, God! A horrifying conspiracy had enveloped the Augustine family for years.
Frantically, Bounty reached for her phone, intending to call Oliveโher most trusted confidante, whose sharp intelligence could unravel the family's curse. But before she could dial, a voice echoed, โMy lady, who do you want to call?โ
Bounty jumped, dropping her phone. Bettyโs face loomed.
โBetty, why didnโt you knock? You scared me!โ
Bettyโs eyes fell on the phone, displaying โOlive.โ She picked it up, switched it off, produced pills and water. โHeadache again, my lady? Take these.โ
Bounty sensed something was wrong. Bettyโs intrusion, the medicineโand the small, red bell at Betty's waist, the source of the agonizing ringingโconfirmed it.
โYouโre not Betty. Who are you?โ Bounty demanded coldly.
Bettyโs unsettling smile widened. โWho I am doesn't matter. Know this: Olive canโt save you!โ
Bountyโs suspicions crystallized. Sheโd been so foolish, so slow to realize the truth. Using her fingernails, she drew blood, writing โNaomiโ on the sofa backโa message for Olive.