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Chapter One
#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 Forty She’d expected by the time she was awake, her husband would be gone. Morning came and Alex was still asleep next to her, his towering figure wrapping her entirely. She gulped hard, almost wanting to push him away, but a side of her enjoyed the warmth his body brought. His heart kept on beating slowly, his breath ragged, then she felt a trickle of sweat fall onto her shoulder. Quickly, she turned around and placed a hand over his temple. Her intuition was right—Maldov was running a fever. “Wa—“ she paused as he squirmed, finally letting go as he turned to the other side of the bed. He was probably too tired that he didn’t even realize he had a fever. She rushed out of bed and downstairs she wentz Cillian and Sheila were right in the middle of orienting the new cook who had been hired, when she bursted through the doors of the kitchen. “Good morning Mrs— “Fever.” She said, almost panting, “Your boss….he’s running a fever.” Cillia
Chapter Thirty-Nine It was a lost battle. Olivia thought she was prepared for war, and she lost at the first sight of a fight against the seduction of her husband. Alex was good, too good even, as he weaved his hands through her hair and almost pulling it in the process. She hated how he domineered over her, broke through her defenses without much fuss, made her legs go numb in the span of a minute. His tongue delved deeper, tingling every part of her senses. She wanted him….she needed him. “God I’ve always wanted to do this.” He whispered again, his mouth broke away from hers and found a supple spot on her neck, “You have no idea how much I’ve always wanted to do this.” He sank his teeth into her, deep, she wanted to scream but only a soft squeal came out. It gave her pain and pleasure, the sinking feeling of his canines which was bound to leave a mark. Alex grabbed onto her, so tight that she was bound to be breathless in a few seconds. She could feel her i
Chapter Thirty-Eight Alex grunted in frustration a week later. She was avoiding him like the plague, to mask his annoyance he put on his shades as soon as the car stopped in front of the house. Charles Camden was still on the run, Sebastian’s info about the Russian mob was a fluke which only meant he was back to square one. He let out a sigh, the three dragons were into him now, it was only a matter of time before they found out about his problems. He was the mafia boss, the don of all three organizations, he needed to show them he was still Ontop, a feat which shook with his father-in-law on the loose. Dinner was just served when he walked into the house. Olivia rose to her feet the moment their eyes met, bolting up the stairs before he could even speak. He grimaced, taking a seat and placing a napkin on his thigh to start dinner. Business was shaky, his enemy was still on the fly, now his only form of peace avoided like he was some sort of pathogen. The pecki
Chapter Thirty-Seven Ilya refused to confess but someone else did. Charles Camden was in Monaco and in cahoots with the Russian mob. Alex had a disgruntled look on his face, seeing Marco and the new informant who had taken the liberty to speak the truth before it got out of hand. He left his wife for this, he thought, wanting nothing more than to go back to Olivia before she changed her mind on wanting him back. He was uninterested in whatever Ilya’s partner had to say, yawning as he brokered the news of his father in law’s whereabouts. “So that’s it.” Sebastian, Ilya’s partner said finally, “I think you should release him now.” Alex’s brow arched, “Release. That’s a funny word.” Sebastian frowned, “I hear you’re a man of your word Maldov.” “No.” He replied, “I’m actually a conniving, self absorbed bastard. At least that’s what my wife thinks of me, and she knows me better than anyone else. What makes you think otherwise?” Olivia reared
Chapter Thirty-Six Olivia gulped hard, then a frown followed at the sudden urge to want to stroke his hair. His breath was light, she felt it graze her knees. A grimace followed as she focused on her gaze outside the window, it was dangerous to look at him, not when he was in such a position. The car ride seemed slower than usual, much to her dismay. She signaled Marco at the front seat. Sharp as ever, he took the hint, signaling the driver to go faster. A breath of relief escape her. There was something in the air, she couldn’t quite place her finger on it but it made her jiffy. She gulped hard again. Alex had fallen asleep. All he wanted to do was rest his head, he wanted comfort from how tired he was. His wife, a major cause of his fatigue, he sought after. She smelled good too, of fresh lavender and probably a hint of vanilla from her shower gel. The aromatics made him fall asleep on her thighs immediately. The car bucked heavily from the bump on the road which
Chapter thirty-five Olivia sipped on chai, almost burning her tongue in the process. Harold Maldov sat right at the opposite, wondering why his enemy’s wife decided to pay him a visit. She was responsible for Alex shooting him. The damned bitch, he thought. She saw his lips squirm, for a moment she thought of her reasoning for paying him a quick visit, then the image of her husband’s damned smirk crossed her mind again and she grimaced. They both sat in silence for a long while, until Harold couldn’t take it anymore and finally spoke up, “To what do I owe this— “I wanted to see how you were doing.” She interrupted him. Harold’s brows creased into a tight V. He wasn’t a man who appreciated women of lesser status cutting his words off, more so a woman he scorned, “I beg your pardon?” “My husband shot you.” She said, “I’m here to make peace.” Peace. She almost snorted in laughter at the thought. All she wanted was to rattle Alex’s emotions. She spotted







