Chapter 004

~Olivia~

We both stood there, looking at each other.

My thoughts are certain that he was definitely high on something but he maintained his very creepy smile.

“He did say you were smart, beautiful, full figured and obedient but I don’t think he was right about the last part now was he?” He said lightly, putting no effort as he leaned back into his chair, reading something from his phone.

I was confused and definitely wasn’t here for that. Or should I directly just ask him for the advance since he has gone crazy.

I wasn’t smiling anymore, wasn’t pretending to be polite or professional. “I think you have the wrong Olivia sir.” I managed to somehow still be respectful, looking past his eyes that were looking straight at me like I was a prey.

He laughed.

It was rich and a mocking one. “Olivia Lane, Ryan’s ex-girlfriend, an only child with no surviving family members. Finished her first degree a year ago, no sexual experience.” His eyes looked at me tauntingly when he mentioned that last past. Like he was excited of some sort.

And how the hell did he have such information about me?

His eyes closed up on my body, licked his lips like it was some normal thing to do.

His eyes moved back up to stare up at me “You want me to continue so you can confirm I have the right woman?” He said without stress and with full confidence.

His eyes made me rather uncomfortable that I had to look away.

He laughed again, enjoying all this like it was some show or something.

“You got it wrong, I’m Ryan’s girlfriend not his ex.” I said sharply, my voice a little too loud like I was trying to convince myself about that too.

“Hmm I would say he lied about you being smart too.” He continued, reading up from his phone like this was really some sick joke that he set up.

“Enough. I'd like to excuse myself sir if there’s nothing more.” I was hell confused as to why a complete stranger, okay maybe not entirely a complete stranger but we literally did not know each other like that.

Why the hell was he talking and saying so much nonsense, telling information that he shouldn’t know and I can’t have him spewing nonsense about me and Ryan. No.

“Sure but after you sign the documents.” He muttered gently this time around. No expression on his face like he was suddenly vexed or something.

And this time I start to panic. Which documents? Sack letters?

He gestured with his hands for me to come closer and I did. My legs were shaking a little but I had to put on a stern face like I wasn’t scared as to what was inside the said documents.

How was Ryan going to get more money for his project now if I get fired?

I know I was damned as that was the first thing I could think of when I had other pressing issues like me being homeless and not having enough to eat very soon.

He pushed the letter to me and I picked it up. Trying my very best to steady my hands as I read through it.

‘Marriage license agreement between Mr Nathan Harold and Miss Olivia Lane.’

I rubbed my eyes clean, maybe I had issues seeing properly too but no it was written properly and very boldly.

“What in the freaking hell is this?” I glanced up at him, moving closer to his desk as this joke was getting a little too much.

How did he have court papers with the original seal?

This wasn’t a joke because my signature on this meant I was his wife.

“Our marriage papers, Ryan sold you to me.” He said it like it was really nothing.

His gaze held me still as something told me that this wasn’t a joke.

“I don’t get it, I’m confused. Which Ryan?” My head hurt, my skin itched as he looked at me, looking every bit serious about what he was saying.

“Sit down olive.” I could barely hear his voice but I hated the way he addressed me like we knew each other so well.

“He needed money and gave you to me as payment.” He said it so simple like it was nothing, passing his phone to me as I refused to sit down or believe anything he was saying.

My hands shook as I couldn’t say I wouldn’t take the phone to understand what was really going on.

One part of me wanted to walk out of here and conclude that this man was as crazy as Ryan always said.

But another part of me wanted to wait and listen.

Air seemed to leave my lungs as a lump formed in my throat. I was holding his phone listening to an audio of their conversation.

Ryan was asking for two hundred thousand dollars and when Nathan asked why he should give him such an amount and what he would have in return, Ryan bluntly, without thinking it twice , offered me to him.

The bastard that I gave my all to sold me out without even hesitating.

Telling Nathan that I was untouched and obedient to the core.

I couldn’t listen to any more of this as tears freely slid down my face.

My throat suddenly felt tight as Emily’s words echoed as she said ‘this isn’t love Olly.’

I didn’t want to believe a thing but receipts of the money transferred was staring at me from Nathan’s phone.

It was his account details.

The conversation was recorded two days ago, and the receipt minutes ago.

I wiped my eyes clean, hating the way my chest heaved, the way a lot of tears streamed down my face.

I still didn’t want to believe this but I would be stupid.

And just as if he could read my thoughts, Nathan’s phone was on speaker.

He called Ryan.

“Hey man, thanks again for the money. Have you seen her yet?” His voice was active and every bit happy.

Not the usual way he sounded whenever he spoke about his supposedly self centered, playboy friend.

“Very soon, you sure you won’t regret it?” Nathan asked him, his eyes on me like he was telling me he was doing this confirmation for me.

“I definitely won’t. She’s naive and won’t let me have fun with her.” He just called me naive.

Me? That I already built my future with him and gave him all I had.

Oh my God I feel so stupid right now.

He wasn’t hesitating but laughed. “Tell her you paid for it, then it should be fine.” It sounded like he was outside enjoying himself as I heard clinking of cups and loud background music.

The call cut off and I sat there with a stained face. Ryan sold me off to his friend?

I didn’t know what to do and just laughed.

I couldn’t cry, couldn’t let him break me completely.

I stood up, I heard enough already.

I just needed to be away from here.

He didn’t stop me but my phone ringing stoppped me before I could get to the door.

I didn’t pick it.. I couldn’t pick the landlord calls but his message popped up after the last ring.

‘I want you out of my apartment by the end of today.’