CHAPTER 46: You have a death wish, boy?The sharp rustling sound was not noisy, but it was still loud enough to rouse Olivia from unconsciousness. The scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, soft and sterile. Olivia blinked herself awake, the ceiling above with the chandelier hanging from it was unfamiliar yet all too familiar now. Nausea roiled in her gut, but it wasn’t what made her heart jolt—it was the frantic whisper of her name. It sent her heart racing, and her pulse spiking feverishly. She knew that voice. She knew it by heart, just like she knew the thudding of her own heart. She had yearned for that voice for many nights and days. Even dreaming about it in her sleeping and waking moments.“Olivia.”Her eyes flew open fully. Standing above her, eyes pained and stormy–face littered with healing words and scars, but breathing was the last face she ever expected to see again.“Connor?” Her voice cracked, disbelieving. “Connor—”Connor nodded with a smile. He leaned down and en
CHAPTER 45: Connor *****A few Weeks Ago**** Smoke clawed at his lungs. Pain wracked all over his body. His head felt heavy from being suspended upside down.Connor’s eyes fluttered open just as the screeching of tires faded away. For a split second, all he saw was flickering firelight dancing off shattered glass and twisted metal. The air was thick with gasoline and smoke. His mind was momentarily blank. He could remember nothing—only felt the pain from everywhere on his body. His deep and steady breathing was the only sound in the overturned car, with the occasional sound of the creaking from the vehicle . It was when Connor’s eyes slowly turned to the passenger seat, and found it empty, as well as the backseat that it all came back to him.He suddenly remembered everything. Olivia. The local townhouse. The wedding. Lulu. They were on their way to get married.Connor darted his eyes around as much as the sharp pain in his neck could allow. “Olivia?” His voice cracked with pan
CHAPTER 44: A little vulnerability Nico stood outside the door of Olivia’s room waiting silently. He had stepped out as soon as the doctor arrived. This afforded him time, space,and a clear mind to go over what had been going on. Multiple attempts had been made on the life of Nero’s wife in such a short space of time.There was one thing that was clear to him. The culprit was relentless. He had an objective which he or she wanted to achieve by taking out the pregnant girl. He was frustrated that he could not seem to find the link or pattern immediately.The door to Olivia’s room clicked softly behind him, and he turned to see Nero standing in front of the door. His shoulders were stiff, his steps quiet but seething with restrained fury. He paused at the end of the hallway, eyes meeting Nico’s.“She’s asleep,” he muttered, voice low and rough like gravel grinding under pressure. “The doctor said she’s stable.”Nico nodded, arms folded as he glanced toward the door. “And the baby?”Ner
CHAPTER 43: Bitter aftertasteOlivia sat alone at the long table in the cast dining hall. The sunlight filtering through the tall gilded windows did little to lift the heaviness pressing down on her chest. Neither did it chase away the chill that was wrapping its arms around her. She sat rigid at the long mahogany table, the breakfast laid out elegantly before her—silver cutlery glinting, porcelain plates arranged with clinical perfection. But none of it registered. None of it appealed to her. Elena had advised her to eat even when she did not have an appetite for the child's sake. But she still couldn't find it in her.Her fingers toyed with the handle of her teacup, her appetite absent, her mind tangled in the events of the previous night. The necklace. The note. Nero’s outburst. The shattered diamonds that were swept away by the maids this morning still haunted her, as did the look in his eyes. It was so full of rage and that she was still baffled and confused about it.And then, t
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