The words were filled with venom, but Rose was not finished. Suddenly, she thought of someone, and her expression brightened.
"Theodore," she whispered, almost to herself, before she laughed again. "Yes. That boy is far too handsome to waste his life on acting. I will make him my toy. My boy toy. He will serve me instead of the audience."
Her friends stared at her in shock. Rose's eyes gleamed like a predator's. "And Olivia," she continued. "She will become my maid. She can serve me every day and watch her siblings suffer. That will be a better punishment than death."
The more she spoke, the darker her words became. Her friends' faces turned pale. They had never realized that Rose's heart was so poisonous. But none of them dared to argue.
Their parents had forced them to stay close to Rose, and they knew what had happened to her past friends.
