OLIVER I stepped out of the bathroom with my towel wrapped around my waist. My hair was wet and water cascaded down my chest. I ran my hand over my hair and almost jumped out of my skin when I saw Monica standing in my room. She wore a skimpy red night dress. I stopped by the door for a while. She was doing this on purpose. "What are you doing here?" I asked without smiling. "I told you never to come here without my permission, and why are you coming into my room dressed like this?" "You had called and I answered it." "Why would you answer my calls?" "I am your assistant and I was only doing my job." I was being so lenient with this woman and she was taking me for granted. I walked up to her and she stared at me as I walked up to her and grabbed her chin, pressing it so hard, so that it will hurt. "Now, listen. This will be the last time you will touch my stuff. I told you that I do not mix business with fucking pleasure. Do not try this again." "Oliver, I know you wan

ELLEN I was hurt and afraid of Tony, but with Lily's help, I could get out of my scared shell and begin life again. It had been a week since I left Oliver's mansion after what I saw on my phone, and I had refused to see or hear him out. Part of me wanted to hear him out, he deserved it, but I was done with these men toying with my emotions. The secret I tried to tell him about Tony will have to wait since I don't know if we will continue in this relationship or not. Oliver had sent me countless messages. Some of them were drunken threats, promising to haunt me down and take his child from me, but he always apologized in the morning. I knew he deserved to see Sophie, but I wanted to figure out what it would be before I spoke with him. I loved Oliver with all my heart, but sometimes, love is not enough. I did not want what happened with Tony to repeat itself. He would apologize and go back to doing the worse to hurt me. I decided to start my flower shop, I have always had a thing fo

OLIVER MORENO "Welcome, boss," the man at the door greeted. I nodded and went in through the door that he held open. Sebatino's villa was large and lovely. It was not my first time visiting him, but it was my first time going to ask him for help. I hated myself and the situation I was in, but I had to protect my girls. I knew he might be skeptical about helping me, but it was not my fault that his daughter died out of her foolishness, and I doubted he knew nothing about it. He should know who his daughter dated. But he had denied every knowledge of knowing that Sara and Antonio were in a relationship before she married me. Worst still, she was cheating on me with him. I didn't let my mind linger on that thought for a while; hence I would get worked up. His living room was vast and luxurious, well furnished to a taste a man like him could have. He was my father's age, and there were the mafia godfathers. A lady in her late twenties or early thirties appeared once I was in the l

ELLEN I woke up alone. I knew that I had slept alone last night. I knew when Oliver came in last night. I didn't understand the feelings that were running inside me. I knew he was the only one I felt safe around after my attack, but when I was calm enough, I didn't know if I wanted to trust him that much. I still didn't know how to face him with a clear eye. I wanted to tell him about Tony, not to get even, but to remove this heave from my chest. Tony texted me last night when I was still in the living room with Lily, and I did not even tell her about it. I headed straight into the room, feeling worse. I thought about suicide, but I also thought about Sophie. I could not let her go through that pain because of my mistakes. I wept a little in the bathroom, with the showers on, so that everyone would feel I was taking a shower. I contemplated using the razor on the counter to cut myself until I bled out, but I couldn't. I tried Oliver's number, but it was switched off. I wanted to s

ELLEN I made sure to wait for Oliver and his men to come home. It was way past midnight when they came back to the mansion. Once I saw their car, my heart lurched in my chest. I knew this was the time to get out with my secret. I had already braced myself for what would come next, but part of me still maintained that t was not the right time. This was past midnight, and Oliver must be stressed from wherever he came from, considering that he left so early in the morning and came back this late. I wanted to heave this off my chest, but I did not want to be selfish. I should consider his mood before breaking such news to him. I had waited for the perfect time to say it, but none had presented itself. When he was happy, I didn't want to ruin his mood. When he was sad or cold, I feared what his reaction would be. In as much as I told myself that I considered his mood, I knew that I had held back so much because I was scared of losing him. When he came into the room, looking all bloo