Page 85 of Little Liar
Igor slams his hand down on the table. “Can we begin?”
Abigail still hasn’t looked up, and Molly now looks nervous. She asks if she can leave, so I tell her to go to my office and I’ll get her once we’re done. She silently walks out.
Xander is quiet. His eyes are on the wall above my head. He looks pissed. And nervous.
The father and Adryx do all the talking.
Making arrangements for me to sign official documents. Marriage certificates, as if I’m not sitting right here. Igor addresses me as his son’s wife on multiple occasions, and then talks over my mother numerous times when she tries to explain that I’ll stay in line and do what I agreed to do.
Whenever I try to talk, they ignore me.
Sebastian is drawing a face on a bit of paper, his legs still bouncing under the desk—he keeps popping bubbles with his gum.
Dad is growing annoyed. He’s quiet. Probably waiting for them to finish so he can hit them with the legality of all this. He isn’t a famous attorney for nothing.
Adryx and Xander keep looking at my best friend. Maybe she’s rolling her eyes or huffing, that resting bitch face I’ve warned her about a million times putting a target on her back.
“We have all the documentation with us,” Igor says in his accented drawl. “She may sign, and we will leave so our children can begin their new life together. There is no argument here, Mrs. Vize. Olivia will be leaving with us as soon as she signs on the dotted line.”
I bark out a laugh. “Yeah right.”
Mom grits her teeth. “Olivia,” she reprimands. “Shut up.”
My dad shakes his head. “Why don’t we discuss this properly? I’ve worked on many, many cases in my life, so I have plenty of experience. Yes, my daughter signed an agreement but not the marriage certificate, and things can be altered. I already have a lot of issues with the contract.” His eyes move to Xander. “What exactly is it you’re getting from marrying Olivia? You have power and wealth. And going by your social media, you can have any woman or man you want, so why her?”
He smirks. “Maybe I’m in love with her.”
Adryx pinches the bridge of his nose, and their cousin snorts.
Abigail clears her throat but says nothing.
“There is no solid deadline detailed in the contract. Olivia can marry you when you’re ninety if she chooses to.”
“You’re going to get on my bad side, Mr. Vize.”
Dad looks at Igor, silently telling him that he doesn’t give a fuck if he gets on his bad side.
My father then glares at Xander. “Listen, you little fucking punk. You’re not marrying my daughter. You’ll stand up, take your brother and cousin and parents, and get the fuck out of my wife’s building.”
Igor tuts. “That’s not very generous of you, Jamieson.”
“Please,” my mom begs, grabbing my father’s arm. “This has been in agreement for months now.”
“Behind me and our daughter’s backs,” he hisses then looks back at the Reznikovs. “Olivia isn’t going with you. She’s my daughter and will stay by my side.”
Xander tilts his head. “You allow your son to fuck your daughter, so I think your view is a little distorted. If Olivia doesn’t come willingly, force will be used.”
My entire body sags, and my heart seizes on a final beat. “Is that a threat?” I spit.
“It’s a promise, sweetheart.”
“Get out,” Dad warns. “All agreements are void, and if I need to, I’ll take you to court for a harassment order to keep your family away from mine.”
Igor glares at my mother. “We honored our side of the deal. We’ll come back tomorrow to collect what belongs to my son.”
She nods. “Yes, sir.”
Dad leans forward. “Honored what?”
