The Billionaire Husband Who Tried to Kill Me

Olivia's POV "Once Olivia drinks that cocktail tonight, she'll be completely out of the picture. The room is booked, and our guy is ready with the camera. As soon as she's knocked out, we'll get everything on video and make sure it goes viral. Your brother's divorce will be a slam dunk after that!""Are you absolutely certain this will work, Victoria? We can't afford to mess this up," Natalie whispered."Please. When have I ever failed you? This plan is foolproof."I felt my blood run cold as I stood frozen outside my husband's study, overhearing Victoria's conversation with Natalie, my sister-in-law. Victoria is my dad's adopted daughter, she is slightly older than me and I know she has always hated me right from childhood but not up to the point of killing me. The hatred in Natalie's voice was unmistakable. Has she always despised me this much? Enough to destroy my life?I couldn't help myself. I needed to see who else was in that room. Holding my breath, I pushed the door open ju

Olivia's POV The day flew by in a blur of paperwork and meetings. I was still piling up files at my desk when my phone buzzed. "Shit!" I glanced at the time. 6:45 PM. Marcus's party. I'd completely forgotten about our little "appointment." Not that I was eager to attend, but I needed to see what new games he and his conspirators were playing.I rushed to the company shower, my ankle still throbbing beneath the cast. The warm water did little to ease the tension in my shoulders. Whatever they were planning tonight, I needed to stay sharp.Stepping out with a towel wrapped around me, I nearly collided with a broad chest."Marcus?" I gasped. "What are you doing here?"His eyes traveled down my barely-covered body, and I clutched the towel tighter to my body."Picking you up, of course." His smile didn't reach his eyes. "Can't have my beautiful wife arrive alone.""I told you I'd come myself.""Change of plans." He dangled his car keys. "I'll wait outside while you get dressed."Twenty

OLIVIA The bathroom door exploded inward with a bang that echoed off the tiles. Through my blurred vision, I saw a familiar figure charging through the darkness."David?" I whispered, barely conscious.He didn't hesitate. Grabbing a metal towel rack, he swung it at the first masked woman. The sound of metal hitting bone made me flinch. She screamed and dropped her dagger, blood streaming from her head.The second woman lunged at him, but David was faster. The towel rack caught her across the shoulder, sending her crashing into the mirror. Glass shattered everywhere with deafening noise."Don't move!" David shouted at them, his voice deadly. "Olivia, stay with me."I tried to respond but darkness was pulling me under. The last thing I heard was David calling 911, his voice urgent and panicked."I need an ambulance and police at the Grand Plaza Hotel immediately. Two women just tried to murder someone."Everything went black…*****I woke up to the sound of beeping machines and the sme

Olivia's POVI was still staring at the threatening note when I heard familiar voices in the hallway. My heart jumped into my throat as I quickly folded the paper and shoved it under my pillow. The last thing I needed was for anyone to see it before I figured out who I could trust."She's been through a terrible ordeal," came Marcus's voice, smooth and concerned. "I just want to make sure she's getting the best care possible.""Of course, Mr. Caldwell," replied a deeper voice I didn't recognize. "We understand your concern. We just need to ask her a few follow-up questions about last night."Police. They were here to question me about the attack. And Marcus was with them, playing the part of the worried husband. The same Marcus who had forced drugged champagne down my throat just hours ago.The door opened, and Marcus walked in first, his face perfectly arranged in an expression of love and concern. He was wearing his best suit, the navy blue one I'd always said made his eyes look war

Olivia's POVThe question hung in the air like a loaded gun. Detective Mills's eyes were kind but direct, waiting for my answer. "Do you want to press charges against your husband?"My mouth opened, but no sound came out. The words I desperately wanted to say, yes, he drugged me, he threatened me, he's been lying to me for years, died in my throat.I could feel Marcus's presence even though he was outside the room. His whispered threat echoed in my mind: "If you think David can protect you, you're already dead." The memory of his fingers gripping my hand so tightly I thought the bones might break sent a shiver down my spine."Mrs. Collins?" Detective Mills prompted gently. "Take your time."David leaned forward from his chair beside my bed, his dark eyes searching my face. I could see the hope there, the encouragement. He wanted me to be brave, to finally speak the truth. But he didn't understand. He couldn't understand.Marcus wasn't just my husband, he was connected to powerful peop