CHAPTER 42: Shattered diamondsThe soft click of the door echoed in Olivia’s mind as she closed it behind her. The corridor was quiet, almost eerily so, as she slowly made her way into her new bedroom that she had all to herself. Though it afforded her privacy, It wasn’t her sanctuary—no place in the mansion was, but at least there, she could breathe without being under the scrutiny of Nero's hawk-like gaze.Just moments ago, she had handed Lulu over to Elena. The cat had recovered well, and was already back to her usual energetic, and playful self. The feline had meowed in protest, its small face pressing into Olivia’s trembling hand as if sensing its mistress's unrest, before she was taken away. Elena had given her a look, soft, knowing—but hadn’t asked questions. She suspected that Olivia’s trip to her husband’s office to request her freedom had not gone as planned. She decided not to ask the younger woman; she already had so much on her hands, coupled with the last attack on her—
CHAPTER 41: Snake in the WaterThe sun spilt gold across the rippling surface of the pool, dancing like flames upon the water. Luigi leaned back against the edge, his elbows hooked lazily over the smooth marble. The dark sunglasses perched on his nose hid the calculating gleam in his eyes. Two female escorts that he had gotten from his nightclub laughed beside him. Each one flanked him on both sides, sucking the skin of his neck and making lewd noises in his ear—both their hands, trailing up his thigh like a silent question.He didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. Power didn’t respond. It commanded. Besides, he loved the feel of that question.The girls were nothing more than decoration, really. Like the sculptures or the hand-painted ceiling of his palatial estate outside Barcelona. Pretty distractions. Necessary illusions. The kind that whispered he had everything under control. They were merely there for his pleasure and his amusement, for even as they administered to him, his mind wand
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