Chapter 514

William had already left. Underneath the swirling snow, Olivia stood there, her face blank and unreadable. Her thoughts were a mess, lost somewhere between now and years past. Maybe she was remembering the snow in Cloudmere, back when the film crew had gathered around the roast lamb, the noise of laughter filling the air. Back then, at least, she'd been somewhat human. But being "human"—what does that even matter? No power, no money, and definitely no influence? Might as well be a dog. Olivia laughed—a short, hollow, bitter sound that somehow turned into tears. ... She walked toward her car, reached out, and pulled the door open. She was about to climb in when an arm yanked her inside. A gruff male voice broke through the snowfall: “You’re back, huh? Took you long enough, you selfish piece of trash.” Olivia froze. That voice... it was Oliver Stone. Slowly, she turned her head, her face tensed, and her spine stiffened at the sight of him. That face. A face she had been hoping never to s