Whispers

*Omario POV*

I stand on the balcony on Oli’s bedroom and watch her. She is aware that I am standing behind her but does not turn to look at me.

“Babe.” I call her softly but she does not respond.

“Oli.”

She finally turns around to look at me and I can tell by her swollen red eyes that she has been crying.

“Go away!” She yells angrily.

“I know that you loved him but he disobeyed me. You know the rules.”

“You killed him for a slave!”she scornfully spits out her saliva.

I flinch at that word. I don’t know why it bothers me.

“Does she fuck you that good that you had to kill my uncle for her?” Oli asks while glaring at me. She is really lucky that I have a soft spot for her. Someone else I would have torn apart already.

I remain calm before walking and standing right beside her. “I will let that slide because you are sad and angry.”

“I am not angry, I am furious, Omario. We are engaged but you claim a slave, making me a laughing stock and on top of that you kill my uncle for her.”

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