Chapter 14

By the pool, the bodyguards shoved Bianca's head into the water as per Theodore's orders. Icy water rushed into her nose and mouth in an instant. She thrashed wildly, but it was useless. Her lungs burned, and her vision darkened, and just when she thought she was about to die, she was yanked back up. She coughed violently, gasping for air like her life depended on it. Before she could even beg for mercy, her head was shoved down again. After countless cycles, the bodyguard dragged the limp, barely conscious Bianca to Theodore's feet. She sprawled on the ground, coughing and choking uncontrollably. She looked up at his cold face, and despair hollowed her out from within. As if there was nothing left to lose, she let out a sharp, maniacal laugh. With the last of her strength, she screamed, "Yes! Yes! I planned it all! But Theodore Brooke, look me in the eye and ask yourself. Who really hurt Clarisse?" Her voice cracked with rage and scorn. "Was I the one who fed her peanut butter?