Emma POV
“Holy s**t! I'm so angry!” Oliver was still screaming. “Why the hell didn’t you let me kill that bastard, Emma? He was practically raping you!”
“He wasn't raping me, Oliver!" I cut him off quickly.
"What? So I saw it wrong? Are you telling me he wasn't forcing you to do anything? Did you want that?” He looked at me as if he didn't believe in that option.
“I told you to stop, Oliver. Damn!” I kind of screamed and then recovered myself, looking from there to the garden we were in, which was in front of the mansion. “I don’t want you to talk about it.”
“I don't believe it,” he was laughing skeptically.
“I'm serious, Oliver,” I said, looking at him seriously. “I want you not to tell anyone anything you saw outside, okay? Much less for my grandma. Don’t tell her that Jasper was h
