Sierra’s words were like a curse, tying Georgia’s heart into a knot.
She sat down slowly on the chair before Sierra, staring dead forward towards the person before her.
The mockery in Sierra’s eyes was exactly as Emma had looked at her before.
She suddenly raised the question.
“Tell me, Sierra. Are you Emma Lane?”
At that, Sierra’s sneer suddenly froze.
She probably hadn’t expected her to ask that. Georgia slowly smiled.
“Look at that. All this time, we’ve been enemies. After twenty years, you’ve finally lost to me. Now you’re my prisoner.”
In the face of Georgia’s certainty, Sierra seemingly gave up her struggle.
“That’s right, I’m Emma. Surprise. I came back alive, and continued to get between you and Robert. You’ll never be free of me. You really think you’ve won? At the moment you lose Robert Simpson, you’ll still be the one who lost to me.”
Sierra said that and brayed with deranged laughter, her hatred and contempt building further in her eyes.
She wanted to see Georgia broken; wanted to see her weep.
She knew she’d failed, but still, her twisted mind only wished for the woman before her to suffer more than she did.
“You haven’t gotten between me and Robert. Even though he lost his memory, he still suspected you and trapped you. Look at you. All your plans. I heard from Robert how you sacrificed yourself and had him watch you humiliated by a whole gang. You gave up that much, but Robert didn’t even fall in love with you. He still suspected you in the end. Do you still think you’ve won?
“Don’t deny reality. Even if I can’t spend the rest of my life with Robert, or if his body really as problems as you say, my heart has always been with him. You’ve never gotten a single one of the things you worked for. Not only that, but you burned all your bridges and ruined yourself.”
Georgia finished, and Sierra couldn’t hold back.
Face contorted, she looked at Georgia, then cackled.
“All those jabs. You’re just afraid of knowing what’s really up with Robert. Well, I’m going to tell you, and you’ll never again know peace.”
Sierra said that, and started speaking word for word. Georgia’s face grew paler and paler.
“One year ago, on the island, when Laurence Knight compared you and Annie, I’d already connected with Jayson. No, even long before that, I’d been working with Laurence. But he only ever saw me as a tool, so I’d been looking for a way out. You know how Owen Lane died? He overstepped his bounds and wanted a cut from Laurence, so Laurence had him killed. I didn’t mourn him, though. He didn’t care for you, but he didn’t show me much love as his daughter, either.
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