I would kill for Olivia

Blaine was turning to leave when he heard something crash behind him. 

He turned around quickly to see Ophelia had sent something flying to the television screen and destroyed it.

“I will not let you treat me like this, Blaine Tucker.” She screamed, and Blaine began to hear footsteps running up the staircase. “Do you hear me? I will not let you throw me out like trash so you can have your wh*re raise my daughter, when you have no tangible reason.

“No reason.”

“No reason.” She fired. “You have no reason to divorce me. I have been a devoted wife to you since we got married. I have never cheated on you. I tolerated the insult of you having a wh*re.”

“But you hit our staff.” He yelled back, finally losing it. “How could you do that to a young girl, especially one that is so good to our daughter she thinks that is her mother?”

“You will not insult me in the presence of your family.” She yelled, shaking her head. And Blaine became aware that his family was here now and watching him. 

They must be enjoying the show, especially as he had insisted he would only marry the woman he chose himself and not the one that was arranged for him.

It would heal their bruised ego from all these years that his marriage was turning out this way, but he had gone past caring. 

He would end it all now before it was too late and Olivia grew up to be like her mother.

“I would move out if this was not my family house,” he said quietly now, staring directly in her eyes. “Move out of this house in two weeks. That is enough time for you to make an arrangement.”

“If you insist, I am leaving with my daughter. I would shoot my way out of here with her if I had to.” 

He had crossed the floor and grabbed her face before he even realized what he was doing. “I would kill for Olivia and you know it.” He ground out.

Ophelia bared her teeth at him like a lunatic, “And you think I won’t? You must think, because I don’t spend all day hugging her to myself, that I don’t care about her.”

“Try me.” He said in a dark voice, the anger he felt so great it blurred his vision. 

His mother appeared by his side, and placed her hand on his arm.

“You, try me!” Ophelia shot back. “You cannot choose to keep one of us. My daughter and I are one. You either have both of us or none at all.”

“Blaine, please,” Heidi Tucker said, and the sadness in her voice swept all the anger away from Blaine’s body. 

He turned to see she was not at all happy about any of this. Her eyes were sad.

Even though he had gone against her wish to marry this woman. She was still sad to see the marriage fail.

He gave Ophelia one long look for the last time, and walked out, brushing past Mün and his wife at the door. 

He checked to see that his daughter was tucked in bed and sleeping calmly, before he took a gun from the Tucker Arsenal and walked out again.

He called his assistant, Ethan, on video as he sat at the back of his new car.

“Chairman, are you OK?” Ethan asked, his eyes all concerned.

“Yes, yes,” Blaine said, nodding. “Reschedule the meeting for next week.” 

Ethan’s eyes widened, surprised that he would want to postpone such an important meeting that might give him back the shares he had lost to the Sullivans.

“I am sure they will understand that I almost lost my life,” Blaine said quietly, trying not to be irritated with this man. 

Of course, he would not understand that his children would always be the most important thing to him in this world.

“Ok chairman.”

“I want you to do something for me,” Blaine said. “Find a boy anywhere from seventeen months and under, with the name Oliver Tucker, Oliver Sullivan or Oliver Grigor.”

Ethan’s eyes widened at this.

“Start your search from the children’s hospital Olivia was just discharged from. Ask everyone, even the cleaners and heavily pay whoever is willing to talk.”

“Yes chairman.”

“This is important, Ethan,” Blaine said. “We need to find him before Ophelia does.” 

Ethan bowed, and Blaine ended the call and fell back to his seat.

He did not know how Ophelia found this piece of information out when he couldn't all this time he had been checking. 

He knew how much she hated Ariel; and with what he had seen of Ophelia lately, he was suddenly uncomfortable about just how far she would go to make sure he and Ariel never reconciled.

Not that he wanted to anyway. 

But if his son was alive, he had to make sure the child was not dragged into this adult war. 

As he drew closer to the hospital where his informant told him Sullivan still was, he put all other thoughts out of his mind.

~When did you hire him?~ were the words the Sheriff had said as they stared down at the body of his chauffeur. 

When he thought about it, he realized it was a few weeks after Ariel suddenly disappeared. And now, he realized that may have been the time Sullivan and Ariel had teamed up.

The Sheriff had found out the chauffeur’s real identity just before Blaine arrived back at the Tucker mansion.

The chauffeur was a Sullivan. 

Although Blaine had no concrete evidence, he could only think of one reason why a Sullivan third cousin would want to work for a Tucker. 

To spy on them!

Why else would a Sullivan seek employment with a Tucker except he was a plant from another Sullivan?

In this case, a plant for the head of the Sullivan family, Kan Sullivan.