CHAPTER 40: A mother's awakening The silence in Olivia’s room was strange. It was not the peaceful type. It was anything but peaceful. It was heavy, just like the air held its breath with her.The walls which were an off white colour— though elegantly designed, felt like they were closing in on her, tighter than ever before. The chandelier above, dimmed to a golden glow, cast lingering shadows that shifted with every breath she took. Nero had let her go to another room surprisingly after she had requested so upon regaining consciousness. He’d given her space—without raising any objections.Her body still ached from the fall. Her body was painted in bruises that bloomed beneath her skin like violets—but it wasn’t the pain that held her still.It was the thought. The one she could no longer push away. It had been a few days since the incident, and she was beginning to come to terms with one reality she had been ignoring.She was pregnant.No longer was it just a word from the doctor's
CHAPTER 39: Down she came Olivia barely felt the echo of her own footsteps as she lifelessly descended the grand staircase in a trance like a zombie. Her hands trembled against the cool smooth banister. But it wasn’t from physical weakness, or exhaustion. No. Rather, It was from the storm that was brewing within her—the thunderclap of Nero’s cold voice still ringing in her head like a timeless loop. “You’re mine.” “This is your reality now.” Those words repeated in an endless loop like a broken record, branding her mind like a curse. Divorce wasn’t an option, he’d said. This was her life now. A life built on chains and shadows. She had thought with the appearance of his beloved chip, that he was going to let her go—her and her cat. But she had been wrong. In her excitement, she had forgotten about the unspoken reality nestling within her.Olivia felt like she was sleepwalking. It seemed like she was walking in an endless corridor in a nightmare of her own making. Each step down
CHAPTER 38: This is your realityThe heavy double doors of Nero’s office groaned open under Olivia’s trembling hands.She stepped inside before she could think better of it. Before fear could paralyze her again. She almost lost her courage when she remembered what happened the last time she was in his office. But this time, it was different. Lulu was safe. The chip was no longer inside her. The chip—the root of all of this. The catalyst of the cruel, chaotic spiral of her life had finally surfaced. And now, it was all over.It had to be. All she had to do was request a divorce, and go back to her life.Nero was behind his massive desk, dark brows furrowed as his amber eyes bore holes into the chip. His suit jacket was off, sleeves rolled up, veins visible on his forearms as his fingers drummed rhythmically against the polished wood. The blinds were drawn on the windows behind him casting a dusky glow across the room, slashing shadows across his sharp angular features.He didn’t look
CHAPTER 37: A ray of hopeThe sunlight that poured into the room in soft shafts, warmed the marble floor and gilded the edges of Olivia’s amimated face as she knelt beside the ornate couch, her fingers running gently through the orange fur of her beloved cat. Lulu purred in her arm. She was slow and weak, but alive, and that was enough for Olivia. Her laughter, light and almost childlike, echoed faintly as she teased the cat with the silk ribbon Elena had handed her minutes ago. For a peaceful moment, Olivia forgot everything—the weight of her new life,the fear, the loneliness, the sharp ache that had reduced to a dull throb in her injured thigh. They all faded behind the simple joy of holding something she loved. It was just like her former life. As Olivia and her pet enjoyed the other's company in reunion, Elena, seated nearby, smiled quietly as she watched the guarded smile she had become accustomed to from the young woman—but which rarely appeared crack into something real for
CHAPTER 36: The ChipNero reclined in his leather chair, a glass of iced tea swirling slowly between his fingers. The beverage was amber— the same shade as his eyes, catching the light like a glint of fire in his hand. His thoughts were tangled, his mind working faster than his body allowed him to display. The events of the past few days had been anything but typical—even by mafia standards.He could not understand why he had made certain decisions today, simply because he had seen her shed tears. He could say that he was doing it because he was playing a game with her. He told that to other people—but not himself.His phone rang.He didn’t flinch. His fingers stilled on the glass as he reached for the device and answered, a coolness in his voice as he brought it to his ear.“Speak.”“Sir,” came the voice of the vet, Dr Martine, tentative, formal, filled with deference. “I’ve completed the procedure on the cat. There was something… unusual lodged in the intestinal lining. Not organic
CHAPTER 35: Sent by the bossThe air hung heavy and stiff in the lounge, tightly weighed down by a silence too thick to ignore. Olivia sat curled up on the plush velvet settee, her arms wrapped around Lulu’s frail body. The soft whimpering of the cat, barely audible, cut deeper than blades into Olivia’s heart than any words or threats ever could. Her tears, silent at first, now ran freely down her cheeks, soaking into Lulu’s fur as if trying to pass on some of her own strength to the tiny creature.She was utterly broken by what had happened in Nero's office— the humiliation, and by the cold indifference that had dashed the little flicker of hope she had that he might help her. She thought that reuniting with her cat would bring her some peace. But now that peace was slipping away from her hands.Elena, who had just returned from supervising the maids in the kitchen, stood a short distance away, her heart aching at the sight. She hated this. She did not like watching the young girl— s