Dump her in the forest

Aurora's eyes were terrifying. In that moment, she tore away all pretense. She was no longer the sweet granddaughter of the Whitmore family. She was Olivia, a ghost risen from the dead, a demon returned from hell!

Isabella stared at her, fear creeping in. Perhaps Aurora really would kill her. She didn't want to die—even being locked up by Dominic was preferable to death! But surely Aurora wouldn't actually kill her? She'd go to prison for murder!

Aurora smiled coldly. "You think I wouldn't dare kill you? Isabella, according to the police report, you died in an explosion by the sea. No body was found. You don't exist anymore. If I kill you, no one will ever know!"

"You... you wouldn't!" Isabella shrank back, wincing at the pain in her thigh.

Aurora reached out to Eamon, who hesitated. He wasn't sure if this was what Heath would want. Was it right to let Aurora's hands be stained with blood?

"Eamon," Aurora said firmly, "give me the gun."

Eamon looked at her uncertainly. "Aurora, let me