Chapter 2

Olivia's POV 

“Yes! Yes, Liam, I’ll be your wife!”

Bella screamed in excitement as he held out her left hand, fingers trembling theatrically as he slid the diamond onto her finger. 

“This is so beautiful,” Bella breathed, eyes shining with fake tears. “I never dreamed…”

I stayed on my knees, cake smeared across my dress, divorce papers crumpled under me. 

“Liam… is this a prank? You divorce me on our fifth anniversary… and propose to my sister? So you’ve had eyes for her all along?”

He turned to me slowly, lip curled.

“If you were in my shoes, Olivia, would you have eyes for yourself?” He gestured at me like I was trash on the floor. “Just look at you. So fat and ugly. You think any man wants to wake up next to that every day?”

“Bella is the change Nova Media needs”

I swung my head toward my parents. They stood near the front table, their faces blank, it seemed like I was the only one shocked.

“Mom? Dad? Did you know about this?”

My father turned to me angrily.

“We knew you couldn’t keep the one thing you were supposed to keep and that's your marriage to Liam Sinclair! You were supposed to secure the family alliance but instead you decided to be a conspirator and tarnish the family legacy.  The Sinclair name means beauty. You’ve been dragging it through the mud since you were born”

My mother didn’t even look at me.

“Henceforth, Bella is our only child, you're no longer our daughter.  We disown you.”

I staggered to my feet, shaking.

“Disown me? After everything I’ve done? I gave Nova my best campaign ideas when no one else believed in them. I worked weekends when Bella was out partying. I sacrificed my own dreams so the agency could shine. And you repay me by throwing me away like garbage?”

Across the room, Bella leaned in toward Liam, lips parting for the kiss that would seal everything.

Something inside me snapped.

“You took everything from me!” I screamed. “My parents! My home! Now you take my husband too?!” I said to Bella. 

Then I walked straight to Liam. 

“Look at me, Liam,” I said.

He frowned but met my eyes.

“Five years. I built your company with you. I protected your image. I defended you when investors doubted you. And this is how you repay me?”

He scoffed. “You were never the face I needed.”

“No,” I said quietly. “I was the brain you used.”

The room went silent.

“You wanted beauty beside you. Fine. But don’t rewrite history. Without me, Nova Media wouldn’t exist.”

His jaw tightened.

“You’re jealous.”

“I’m disappointed,” I replied. “In myself. For loving a man this small.”

That was when his expression changed.

That was when he lost control.

The next thing I saw was blood pouring down my temple.

Liam had cracked the champagne bottle against the side of my head! 

I screamed, stumbling backward as pain exploded in my skull.

Liam towered over me, breathing hard.

“Why don't you just die! Your absence would make the world a better place to live in than seeing your ugly face everyday” 

My parents stepped forward as my mother spat angrily at me.

“You’re a disgrace, I curse the day I birth you” 

They walked out. 

I watched Bella clinging to Liam as the crowd stared down at me like I was a disgusting piece of shit, taking pictures and laughing at my bloodied body.

I collapsed.

When I woke up, I discovered I was still alive and somehow I had landed in the hospital.

I wanted to die. Honestly. The shame was too much. How would I ever show my face again? 

I turned to see my best friend Juliet 

sitting beside the bed  clutching my hand.

“Thank God,” she whispered. “I was so scared you weren’t going to wake up”

She’d flown in from London. Her flight had been delayed a few hours, she was supposed to come straight to the house party.

“What were you thinking, Liv? Fighting in public like that? You’re on every headline. People are turning it into memes”

I stared at the ceiling.

“You’re not fat, Juliet and family doesn’t hate you, so you don’t know what this feels like.”

She squeezed my hand tighter.

“I’m so sorry.”

“They disowned me,” I said flatly. “I have nothing. I don’t know what to do with my life.”

Juliet leaned closer.

“Then come with me. Move to London. You should have left them years ago when I begged you to. You kept trying to please them, and look where it landed you.”

The doctor came in, checked my vitals and confirmed I was stable.

Three days later, I was on a plane with Juliet to London.

She had to go back to work the moment we landed while I tried to get a job but every application bounced back the same way.

Most of the hiring managers told me they were looking for a more marketable image which simply meant, we don't hire fat women. Clients want pretty faces to close deals.

I spent hours scrolling the internet when I stumbled upon Elysium Elite.

It was an exclusive hookup app for billionaire men who wanted to hook up with women willing to satisfy their wild desires.

The VIP registration f*e was $150

It was the last money left on my card because every bank account Liam controlled had been blocked.

But still I paid, because this was the only option left for me.

The app opened and a notification flashed immediately.

Client: Anonymous. Arriving in London tomorrow evening. Fetish: plus-size, curvy women. Extremely high sexual energy. One intense night only. $1,000,000 cash upon completion. Total anonymity with blindfold provided.

One million dollars?

That was more than enough to rebuild my life!

But was it really worth selling my dignity over?

But the real question was, did I even have dignity to start with?

As long as I was fat, my place in society would always be questioned. This was my opportunity to get back the pieces of my life and start afresh.

Without thinking more about it, I clicked accept.