Forty-Six:
Olivia Oswin
I’d always known the truth.
I’d always known Emma Oswin wasn’t my mother. I’d always known Richard Tanager was my father. I’d always known that Willa Matheson was my mother. I knew that Piper Powell was my half-sister, and that Ransom Tanager was my half-brother. It hadn’t stopped me from messing with his head though. He was an arrogant pick, who thought he could have whatever or whoever he wanted. Someone had to put him in line, so I did. I knew messing with him the way that I had was wrong. I just didn’t care. Especially not with the way he treated my sister, like she was his property. It disgusted me. He deserved to be messed with.
Oliver didn’t know. Oliver couldn’t know. Oliver was Emma’s prodigal son. He was supposed to inherit the company,
