Edward~Tobin laughed and wore an excited face."Weren't you begging for a wife?"Tobin remarked it to him. Since I got married he was pleading to have a pretty girlfriend."The other day, he was saying that he got tired of spending nights with prostitutes and wanted a stable life! What happened, got your d*ck impatient again?""You nasty pigs, stop being a d*ck! I just don't want to go to France.""Who is the girl?"I asked, and he shrugged."Would you believe that I didn't ask?"Tobin leaned back and gave him a pitiful look."My poor boy! Her name is Layla!"I raised my brow!"Layla?""Layla Martinez! Her father is the owner of Martinez Group in Vancouver!"I knew who they were. This marriage could give him power. It was beneficial indeed."I heard she is a beautiful blond girl!" Kit brought it up."Indeed, she is! You're the winner lucky *ss."Tobin added.I just looked at them. Accidentally, Olive's best friend had the same name! Could it be the same person?I didn't mention that,

Edward~John's biggest mistake was that he never gave a sh*t to someone's craving for living this life.Many people are the same! They don't care about you and what you want, whatever suits them is the best, if you come to their path, screw you! They won't be afraid to shove you out brutally. It is how he encouraged himself to kill my parents.Life was vicious, savage, and encomp*ssed with upside-downs that could wreck your bones but still living it and learning was many people's desire.To win it, you have to wear that annoying fake smirk to pretend you are strong until you believe that you are.Upon entering the company, I came across John. It was good timing as I wished.When his eyes spotted me, his face grew pale. The flickering light in his eyes disappeared.My walking stick clicked against the floor. It was chewing his nerves and the irritation sketched on his face."Brother! Why are you surprised to see me?"He must be asking himself how I survived the fall and a m*ssive explo

Elenore~I woke up early and waited for my father to leave the house. Checking my forehead, the pain was gone but it had left a brown-greenish bruise."You fu*king *ssh*le! Did you think I would give up on everything that belongs to me if you violated me?"I wore one of my best enticing dresses and put on my make-up, making sure to cover the mark.Going to the living room, my mother came out of the kitchen and flinched."What the h*ll! Elenore, where are you going like this?""To see my friend."“What friend? Do you have one at all?”I turned around and didn't wait for her constant questions. She would dissuade me from leaving the house.Going to the garage, I drove my car out.Olive brainwashed him about me, and I had to clean her sh*t.I was certain Edward had asked his security to stop me. But little did he know I had learned a secret way that only special staff kept the keys.John once gave it to me so I took advantage of the situation.Parking my car in a parking lot, I headed to

Olive~I replaced my sister in her marriage to save my father, believing that it would be easy to carry on for a while but it was the third time I faced death.Perhaps my father was right, and I should have left him behind to start a new life. But if I did, soon the news of losing him could make me fall on my knees."Pull yourself back!"When I was startled and surrendered to my fate to be grilled right there, his arms wrapped around my waist."Olive! Can you hear me?"His swift maneuver rescued me from a bullet that broke the vase on the table and shattered it to pieces.He sheltered me with his body, taking cover behind a wall and taking out his gun.With every bullet he shot, my body flinched between his arms. Grabbing my ears, my heart almost hopped into my mouth."They are going to kill us!"I stammered.I couldn't get used to being attacked by guns. The gift he just offered me was burning and exploded.It reminded me of the first time Elenore beat me harshly, tore my lips to ble

Olive~I inhaled and exhaled the terror, but it wouldn't go away."Don't worry, sister-in-law! He is a hard nut to crack!"I shook my head and gazed at my red hands. Staying in the white corridor waiting for the doctor made me recall the days of my internship. Patients' families were distressed and overreacted most of the time, and I used to tell myself it couldn't solve anything.Now that I see and experience it, my heart pounds heavily. Even as someone familiar with horrible injuries, I couldn't come across adapting to it.The sound of the explosion still resonated in my head like it was deadly subliminal."You better wash your hands."Dane suggested while he turned around to face the end of the corridor where Kit and Tobin were rushing with their men."Guard here, no one is allowed to p*ss."Kit ordered them.Tobin pointed to the nurse next to him."Help her to get changed."He came closer and handed me a package."Please leave here when you get changed."I shook my head and refuse