Olivia Camden is being forced to marry a man she doesn’t like to save the man she loves from dying by his hands— Alex Maldrov, the infamous mafia boss whom her father fears and owes a mighty sum, a man who wants nothing more than the beautiful Olivia as his wife, and her perfect body to warm his bed every night.
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#Ibwt Olivia took a deep breath and checked the timepiece clasped onto her wrist. It was exactly 12pm. Alex Maldov was scheduled to be at the ‘Gentleman’s pub’ at exactly this time, courtesy of his chef who managed to give her a heads up for her favorite purse in return as a reward. She took a deep breath, trying her best to muster up enough courage as her grip tightened around the handle of her suitcase. Finally she took a step forward towards the entrance, the brewed up courage was short lived as she was stopped by the huge guard at the door. “Name and Business??” “O-Olivia,” She stuttered for a moment, he was just so incredulously huge that it shattered every being of her confidence, “Olivia Camden. I’m a fashion designer and— “Yeah and I’m a Nobel prize winning author,” He retorted with the highest form of sarcasm, “What do you want lady??” She stepped back a little bit, unappreciative of his tone but still scared to get pummelled ,she cleared her throat and looked up at him, “I’m here to see your boss.” He sniffled, “I have a lot of bosses and I’m running out of patience. State your business here or beat it lady.” “I’m here to see Alex Maldov. He has unfinished business with my father.” With a frown on her face she responded. “And your father is??” “Charles Camden.” “Who the fuck is Charles—“ He paused for a moment and his left brow rose, “Are you talking about Big C??” She hated when they called him that, ‘Big C’, knowing her father was a man on the shorter end. It was a name tagged as a form of mockery and she loathed being referred to as the daughter of Big C, he on the other hand loves the name but knowing Charles Camden…he wasn’t a man known for making good decisions. “Yes,” she finally answered, “Can I see your boss now?” The guard nodded he stepped to the side ushering her in with a faint smile on his face that made her even more annoyed. She regained her poise and went into the building, although her heart thumped as fast as she could run a hundred meter race she stood strong and ready to face the devil himself—the mafia boss whom her father was indebted to. Alex Maldov was surprisingly handsome contrary to what the rumors pictured him as—a haggard looking being with a hunchback and the temper of a thousand lions, he was also depicted to have a huge scar gliding across his face and a mouth with cold sores around the rim. Seated right in front of her was a whole different man—a beautiful man she might add, with the shiniest hair she’d ever seen on a male human. It threw her off balance a little bit, how strikingly handsome he was but this wasn’t what she was here for. “It’s nice to meet you Mr Maldov. My name is—- “Who is this??” He turned to the man standing right behind her, ignoring her existence at the moment which almost made her die of embarrassment.. She turned around and realised the huge guard standing that behind her, his presence went unnoticed and that struck a nerve of fear in her veins. “She’s Big C’s daughter sir.” The guard replied. She frowned as she corrected, “Charles Camden’s daughter. Olivia. My name is Olivia.” Alex uncrossed his long legs and sat upright, finally he took off his glasses to see the woman standing right in front of him—as annoyed as he was being interrupted from his quiet time, he couldn’t help but like what he was seeing right in front of him. “Your father owes me big time Liv.” He said as he poured himself a glass of wine, gesturing to the chair adjacent to him, “Sit.” Her eyes darted towards the chair and back, “No thanks.” He frowned, “If I say sit, you sit. Miss Olivia, please sit.” Something about his deep voice sent chills down her spine, she was a hardheaded woman with a lot of pride but she knew danger when it crossed her path. Underneath the pretty eyes of the handsome man seated in front of her, was a cold blooded mafia boss and killer who ruled the underground of the city. “Good girl,” he cooed, she didn’t like that, “What can I do for you today beautiful?” He called her beautiful. He wasn’t the first man to call her that, but he was the first man to make her jittery at such a compliment. A lump formed in her throat as she placed the briefcase on the table. Alex’s brow puckered in question as he signalled the guard to open the case—-alas! It was multiple wads of cash arranged in an orderly fashion , hundred dollar notes to be precise. “I’m here to pay my father’s debt.” She finally announced. Alex was amused. Almost moved to a boisterous laughter but a slight snicker escaped him instead, “You are one funny woman liv.” “It’s Olivia.” “How much is in there Liv?” He asked, not paying heed to her words. Olivia was starting to like him less and les by the passing minute. She gulped hard, suddenly the room felt tepid even though there was a whole conditioning unit right above them, “It’s uh-it’s- “Speak up.” There was a shift in ambience, all of a sudden she felt a dark aura wrapped around her body which made her hairs frigid, she was warm and yet still felt chills in her veins, “Two hundred grand.” she finally answered. Alex didn’t laugh. Amused, but he didn’t laugh. Instead a deep scowl appeared on his face, he laid back and crossed his leg signaling the guard to do away with the case. Olivia’s throat felt super dry as she watched him take away the case which was basically half of her savings, she carefully evaded making eye contact with the boss—one wrong move and she might get killed, she could only hope. “How much did your father say he owes me?” “He didn’t. I just guessed this would be enough.” Now he chuckled softly, unfortunately she found his perturbing silence less dangerous than his laugh, “You thought two hundred was enough??” “It….it should,” she stuttered, “Right?” “No kitten.” He responded, “He owes me more.” “More?!!,” She cried out, “What business could he have possibly done with your lowly self to owe you more than almost a quarter million?!!” “A business where he double crossed me and lost me more than a million.” He was now serious, “Your father is in great shape out of my great respect for him kitten. I’ll take your two hundred grand as a means of appreciation of my lenience, next time he wouldn’t be so lucky—tell Charles I’m coming for him soon.” He gestured towards the door, “You may leave now beautiful.” She nodded, nipping her bottom lip as she’d just given this man half of her life savings only for it to not be enough. She rose to her feet and ventured towards the door, only to pause and turn around, “How much does my father owe?” “You should ask him that.” “Please Mr Maldov” “Twenty million Olivia.” He muttered as he placed his glasses back onto his eyes, “Your father owes me Twenty million.” Olivia nodded and walked away, unwilling to let him see the ghastly look on her face from the sheer horror of what her father had done. Alex couldn’t help but smirk as he turned to his guard, “I think there’s a way Charles Camden and I can come to a compromise.” Marco, his personal guard and henchman couldn’t help but smile, “You think she’s the perfect candidate boss??”Chapter Thirty-two “A million??” “In a case of identity— “There’s no identity fraud there,” Alex chuckled softly, “It’s just my wife toying with me.” The banker stared at the man in front of him in disbelief, “Mr Maldov. A million is a terrible lot of money.” “I know,” Alex murmured, already bored of the conversation, “Like I said….it’s just my wife.” “Mr Maldov you need to tell your wife to keep her spending on a low. The tax commission—- “Mr James??” Alex cut him off, his eyes carrying a slither of warning as he spotted the name tag on his breast pocket, “Are you saying my wife should spend her husband’s money less?? Despite her same husband not caring about it??” Terrified he might have crossed a line, the banker took a step backward, shaking his head vigorously as he stuttered, “N—no sir. All I’m saying is—- “Mr James??” Alex cut him off again, “It’s just a million dollars. If my woman wants to buy a property
Chapter Thirty- One “There’s no way I can avoid it?” “No ma’am.” “What if you told them I was sick instead?” “They’ll think you’re weak.” “I am weak.” “Then you need to do a better job concealing so,” Sheila murmured as she ushered her madam into her silk robe, “These woman are like vipers Mrs Maldov. They’ll spite, bite, chew and spit you out like garbage. You need to show them you’re not to be trampled with.” It was a scary thought, meeting with the wives of other bosses in the mafia was bound to send an innocent woman like herself spiraling. Her fear knew no bounds. She took a deep breath, “You’re really sure I have to do this?” “You’re part of the mafia now Mrs Maldov. Whether you like it or not.” Olivia stared at the platinum card in her hands and back at Sheila, a devious idea popped into her head which made her smile, “So you’re saying I can do whatever I want with this?” Sheila, understanding the signal
Chapter Thirty Charles Camden was gone. Vanished into thin air, from his holding in Michigan. Alex, unaware of this dashing plot placed his trust on his men, and after getting into Jude Bedlam’s head only did he find out the truth about Charles Camden’s escape. Apparently he was in New Mexico, working with a powerful group whose identity remained unknown at the moment. He almost went into a tirade last night, wanting to unleash the brunt of his rage on Jude Bedlam and Gianni. Lucky for them, he was a man who knew how to remain calm even in the face of adversity. Morning came and he yawned loudly, turning around to Olivia sleeping soundly next to him. He propped his head with one arm, hoping to stare for more than a minute before she wake up. God she was even more beautiful when she slept, he thought, who would’ve known the father of the woman next to him was causing so much turmoil. It was worth it at the end of the day, brushing a stray strand of hair from her
Chapter Twenty-Nine “Shall we?” Olivia turned around sharply to her husband standing right behind her. She couldn’t quite place her finger on it, but there was something uncanny about his demeanor. “Where have you been?” Alex’s brow perked up in question, a lewd smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, “Did you miss me?” “Over my dead body.” He was silent, too quiet for her taste. She could feel her stomach churning from his intense stare towards her, like she was the cause of a plague or something, “Stop looking at me like that.” “Why?” He asked as he took her hands in his, bringing it to his lips where he placed a soft kiss inside her palm, “My wife is the most beautiful woman in the room, and I want to sleep with her.” Olivia yanked her hands away from his grasp in annoyance, of course he was crude and less tact with his words. She could sense something afoot, with his abrupt disappearance and now his return w
Chapter Twenty-Eight Silence, nothing but utmost silence welcomed Alex after he asked the question. Typical, he thought. They were brave when it came to throwing sublininals against him, now they acted like the frail cowards they were thinking he wouldn’t attend the party tonight. Jokes on them, he thought, he was about to put on the best show of his life. “You know I’ve always protected what belongs to me,” He muttered signaling the waiter for another round of scotch by dangling his empty glass in the air, “I go about my business and I make my profits, all without bothering anybody. Sad to see I can’t say the same for the rest of you.” Signaling Marco, the other henchmen who were strategically placed in all corner of the rooms as bodyguards started to close in on the group. Jude Bedlam glanced around, eyes sporadically everywhere as he searched for his men who were conveniently nowhere to be found in the room. He was trapped. Alex smirked, Jude’s frantic
Chapter Twenty-Seven The room was filled with members of prominent mafia families, Olivia presumed. They were all dressed in the finest attires and bit of silks, with all the men wearing pristine tailored tuxedos and the women adorned with jewelry complimenting their evening gowns. She could hear the sound of clinking glasses and polite laughter, different from the ambience she expected. They looked like normal people, humans in the upper echelon of society and yet despite the polished facade, she could easily smell the undercurrent of power struggles and hidden agenda. The mafia families were known for their ruthlessness, she didn’t think they were that real but she heard stories. Tonight’s elegant event was just a ruse, a thinly veiled attempt to mask the true nature of their business. Olivia wasn’t the smartest woman on the planet but she could see through the sheer vanity immediately. “Here,” Alex handed her a glass of champagne and leaned closer
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