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The Morning Storm

Author: Sueños
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-05 23:34:39

The morning sun spilled through the tall glass windows of Ethan’s mansion, bathing everything in gold. The marble floors gleamed. The chandelier sparkled. The artwork stood proudly on the walls.

But Olivia didn’t care about any of it.

She sat calmly in the center of the living room like it belonged to her, because slowly, piece by piece, it did. Wrapped in a silk cream robe, her legs crossed, she sipped her coffee as if she had done it here every morning of her life.

Her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen.

TRANSFER COMPLETE.

Spain estate

Paris apartment

Milan penthouse

$20 million wired to CHASE, Olivia Monroe Castillo

A slow, knowing smile curved on her lips.

She didn’t blink when Ethan walked in, looking like he hadn’t slept. His shirt was half tucked, tie loose around his neck. His hair was messy. His guilt showed in every step.

He paused when he saw her. “You’re up early.”

“And I’m sorry about last night,” he added, voice low. “I crossed a line I shouldn’t have.”

Olivia didn’t even look at him. “Don’t worry. I’ve handled worse.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Still… it wasn’t fair to you.”

She finally looked up. “It’s fine, Ethan. Really. I had things to do anyway.”

“Things?” he repeated.

She sipped her coffee again. “Banks don’t wait.”

His brows drew together. “What does that mean?”

With a calm smile, Olivia picked up her phone and waved it lightly. “I thought you’d like to know, the lawyers finalized everything. Spain, Italy, Paris… and a tiny island off the coast of Greece. Beautiful sunsets, by the way.”

Ethan blinked. “You’re joking.”

“Nope.” She stood up slowly. The robe draped like royalty across her frame. “You said I could have what I wanted. And the contract doesn’t lie.”

“You didn’t waste time,” he said.

“Time?” Olivia tilted her head. “Time is what you wasted for six years.”

Before he could respond..

BAM! BAM! BAM!

The loud banging echoed through the hall.

Ethan frowned. “What the…’’

A butler rushed in, clearly flustered. “Sir, there’s… there’s a woman at the gate. She’s shouting. She refuses to leave.”

Olivia didn’t even turn her head. She folded her arms. “Let me guess. Blonde. Expensive heels. Voice like a broken siren?”

Ethan sighed. “Jessica.”

Right on cue, the front doors burst open.

Seconds later, the front doors burst open. Jessica stormed in, high heels clicking violently, fury painted across her perfect face.

“What the hell is going on, Ethan?!” she shouted. “I saw the headlines! You married her?!”

Olivia didn’t flinch. She calmly took one last sip of her coffee and set the cup down.

“Jessica calm down,” Ethan said, stepping forward.

“ Calm down?!’’she shrieked. “You married her? The woman you cried over for years? The one you said was your biggest mistake’’? ‘’Are you seriously out of your mind?!”

Olivia finally spoke, voice polite and sharp. “Nice to see you too, Jessica. I thought you were too busy pretending to be Ethan’s wife.”

Jessica’s head snapped toward her. “Don’t start with me.”

“Oh, I’m not starting.” Olivia gave a cool smile. “I’m finishing.”

Jessica turned back to Ethan, ignoring her. “You said we had a plan! You said we were going to fix this that we would get married officially.”

Ethan frowned. Jessica… I don’t even remember marrying you in the first place. That’s the funny part.”

Jessica gasped, hurt flashing in her eyes. “You don’t remember? Six years ago at that bar downtown? You were drunk, crying over her, and I dared you to marry me to move on. You pulled out a ring and took me to that tiny chapel by the river. A pastor was there. He married us, Ethan!”

Olivia blinked. “Wait, what??’’

Ethan stepped back, visibly disturbed. “Are you seriously saying I married you while I was blackout drunk? “That wasn’t a real marriage.”

Jessica’s voice cracked. “Oh, so now it’s not real?”It still counts!”

Olivia raised a brow. “Wow. Drunken dares and late night pastors? Charming. But here’s the thing, Jessica I’m legally married. You, at best, have a church memory of a marriage. So tell me… who do you think is the real wife?”

Jessica glared. “You think you can walk in and take back the man I took care of while you ran off? As long as I’m still married in any way… I’m still his wife. We are both his wife. Welcome to hell, sweetheart.”

Olivia’s eyes blazed. “You need help. Not a husband.”

Ethan groaned. “Jessica”

But she wasn’t done. She turned to him, voice cold now. “You better get rid of her. Because you know what my father is capable of. If he finds out”

“Don’t threaten me,” Ethan snapped. “You’re the one who’s unstable. Have you forgotten? After that night, I found out you escaped from that psychiatric hospital your parents locked you in. You used my breakdown to trap me into something I never agreed to.”

Jessica’s eyes widened. “How dare you”

“No,” Ethan said, his voice hard. “You’re not my wife. You never were. That night was a mistake. I was vulnerable.’’ You were unstable”. That was not a marriage. It was a manipulation.”

“Don’t try me, Ethan,” Jessica warned. “You know I don’t go down quietly.”

Olivia stepped between them, deadly calm. “Jessica, take your medication, go back to wherever they’re treating you, and stay away from my husband. If you come back here again, I’ll press charges.”

Jessica sneered. “Oh, I’ll be back. Count on it.”

She looked Olivia up and down, her voice dripping with venom. “Now she’s walking around here in a robe like she’s Queen of England?”

“She kind of is,” Olivia said with a smirk. “I mean…I owns half his empire now.”

“Jessica,” Ethan said sharply. “Enough. Go home.”

Jessica shook her head slowly, like she didn’t recognize the man in front of her anymore. “She planned this. All of it.”

Olivia stepped closer. “You’re right. I did.”

Jessica blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You thought I came back to play house?” Olivia’s voice was low and fierce. “I came for what I was owed. And now I’m collecting. Piece by piece.”

The hallway had gone dead silent. The staff stood awkwardly in the background, pretending not to eavesdrop.

Jessica tried to hold her ground. But Olivia stepped between them and spoke clearly:

“You wanted to be the wife? You wore the dress, played house, used his pain. But now” she turned to Ethan, her voice like ice “I’m the wife. The real one. So tell me, Ethan, how do you plan to stay married to me while still tangled with her?”

Jessica’s voice dropped to a whisper. “This isn’t over.”

Olivia didn’t blink. “Oh, Jessica… it hasn’t even started.”

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