Dahlia's POV
Chloe settled beside me, her smile delicate yet unsettling. A wave of unease washed over me as her presence seemed to drain the warmth from the celebratory atmosphere.
"Dahlia, or should I address you as Mrs. Zaid now? I believe some gratitude is in order for my assistance in settling your scores," Chloe's voice carried a musical quality that somehow made each word feel like shards of ice.
"What exactly are you implying?" My eyes locked onto her dark gaze, my brow creasing as dread began to coil in my stomach.
"I eliminated both obstacles for you. Ivana, who constantly interfered with your plans, and that bothersome Cobb. Surely such services deserve proper compensation?"
Chloe's head tilted with mock innocence.
The pieces clicked into place with startling clarity.
Weston had repeatedly warned Flora about the unnaturally intimate bond between Ivana and Cobb, how their connection transcended typical sibling affection.
