Too Pretty to Be Your Backup novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Olivia shot Amanda a glare. “Are you nuts?”

Amanda barely reacted, just kept her eyes on Olivia.

Olivia gave a cold laugh. “What’s wrong? Travis thinks you drugged him? God, Amanda, don’t you see how pathetic you are? Even I know you’d never do something like that, but Travis doesn’t trust you. You give him your whole heart, and for what? Does he even care?”

A dull ache twisted in Amanda’s chest. That old, bitter feeling bubbled up again. Olivia’s insults didn’t bother her anymore. After all these years loving Travis, there wasn’t much she hadn’t heard. She was

used to it by now.

But that mocking tone–yeah, that stung.

Because it was true. Even Olivia knew she wasn’t capable of something so low. But in Travis‘ eyes, she was just that kind of person.

Amanda let out a small, self–mocking laugh. “Guess that’s on me for having terrible taste in men. I fell for the wrong guy. I’ll own that.”

She wasn’t afraid of starting over.

She looked at Olivia, a hint of pity in her eyes. “But hey, not everyone’s born pretty. If you want to keep up, guess you’ll need some more injections. Let me tell you, your face is already lopsided from being so angry all the time. Better get that fixed before it gets worse.”

The second Olivia heard the words “lopsided face,” she completely forgot about the pain in her leg. She scrambled to dig out her compact mirror and check her reflection. Her dad had just arranged a super important blind date for her–with the youngest son of the Lincoln family, no less. The Lincolns were almost as powerful as the Hills. There was no way she could let anything happen to her face.

Amanda turned to go, but as she rounded the corner, she nearly walked straight into Travis. He was leaning against the wall, tall and relaxed, his expensive features unreadable, but those cool eyes were watching her, studying every move.

Amanda jumped. She pressed a hand to her chest. “You scared me! You’re still here?”

She took her bag and phone back from him, barely bothering to check her messages–of course there were none. With a small sigh, she slipped the phone away and headed out of the hospital.

Travis fell into step behind her, his long strides eating up the distance as his mind replayed everything he’d just overheard.

Amanda had asked Olivia if she’d been the one who drugged him. Olivia had mocked her about his lack of trust.

Travis‘ childhood was nothing but normal. The Hill family was London’s elite–his grandfather had been a force of nature, ruthless and sharp, which put the Hills at the very top. But that kind of power came with a price. Too many enemies. Too much family drama. Out of three sons, only Travis‘ father

was left.

And he was a total mess. All charm and no substance, wasting his days chasing girls, not a business

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