In a dimly lit room, Olivia Dante paced restlessly. Her face was contorted into a deep scowl, and her eyes were filled with a venomous hatred that seemed to ooze from her very being. The object of her ire was none other than Anthony Dante, her husband and the man responsible for the punishment his son, Ethan Sterling, was enduring.
Olivia seethed with anger, her thoughts a whirlwind of resentment and frustration. "Damn that arrogant prick Anthony Dante," she muttered to herself, her voice dripping with disdain. She had believed that her husband would have taken decisive action against both Ethan and Emily Hertz by now, teaching them a lesson they would never forget. However, it appeared that Anthony was solely focused on punishing his own son, leaving Emily unscathed.
She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms as she continued her pacing. "I even specifically told him that it was because of that Emily Hertz that his son slapped him," she seethed, recalling the incident vividly. "And yet he has not done a single thing to her."
A dark cloud of anger hung over Olivia as she replayed her conversations with Anthony. Each time she brought up Emily's name, her husband would coldly remind her not to overstep her boundaries, emphasizing that this was a family matter, implying that it was none of her concern.
But Olivia was not one to be dismissed so easily. Her own power, influence, and cunning were not to be underestimated. She believed she could handle Emily Hertz in her own way, without her husband's interference.
Her anger simmered and boiled within her. She made a silent vow that she would take matters into her own hands, consequences be damned. Olivia was determined to exact her own form of vengeance upon Emily, regardless of what her husband thought.
As she paced back and forth, her body quivered with fury. The fiery determination burning in her eyes was a testament to the storm that raged within her. Olivia Dante would not rest until she had her revenge.