“No, I didn't say that I swear…I didn't.” She trembled. “I don't want to get married to Damien, you have to help me.”
She cried and Vivienne sniffed against Jace's chest. She had already given them evidence. Jace slowly brought out his phone and played a recording of Sage.
“They're disgusting! Filthy bikers. I don't want them, I don't want anything to do with them. They should rather choke on Vivienne’s ass and I'll rather marry Damien.” The recording played and it wasn't her voice.
Sage knew it wasn't her voice but she didn't know how to defend herself. They cloned her voice for that stuff.
The boys demanded answers, their faces hard with confusion and anger. And Vivienne… she had stepped in, calm and sweet on the surface, feeding them one small lie after another.
“Don't be mad at
