All Chapters of NERO’S GAME : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 31: Who done it?The air in Nero’s office crackled like a storm waiting to break. There was a tension that could be touched lingering in the air.Nico stood rigid, arms folded tightly across his chest, his jaw ticking with frustration. He had seen plenty of madness in his time, but this—this was another level. An assasin slipping into Nero’s bedroom undetected, nearly killing his new bride right under their noses. This was the kind of recklessness that made blood boil. It made you question the identity of the enemy. Who was he? And what made him that bold?“She was almost murdered in her sleep,” he said sharply, pacing before Nero’s desk. “I already checked everywhere, everything is clean as a whistle.There was no forced entry, no broken glass, no footprints. Whoever this bastard was, he walked in like he had a key.”Nero leaned back in his leather chair, his hands steepled under his chin, as the shadows cast cruel lines across his face. He hadn’t changed since the inciden

CHAPTER 33: The wife and the mistress Olivia stirred from sleep, releasing a gasp that had been trapped in her throat, while her fingers were clutching the edge of the duvet as though it were a lifeline. Her breath was deep, and came in short spurts as her eyes darted around her surroundings.The memory of last night clawed at her chest—the masked intruder who had tried to assassinate her, the fight she put up for her life; the cold brush of death only seconds away. Her pulse hadn’t calmed since. The weight of it all came pressing down on her, and it was as if she was living the nightmare again. Her forehead creased when she realised that she was laying down on the bed. From what she could recall, she was still crouched in the corner of the room, close to the bed when the doctor walked into the room last night. She had been almost hysterical, as he had injected her, and that was the last thing she remembered. Her eyes darted across the room, and her breath caught in her throat when

CHAPTER 35: Sent by the bossThe air hung heavy and stiff in the lounge, tightly weighed down by a silence too thick to ignore. Olivia sat curled up on the plush velvet settee, her arms wrapped around Lulu’s frail body. The soft whimpering of the cat, barely audible, cut deeper than blades into Olivia’s heart than any words or threats ever could. Her tears, silent at first, now ran freely down her cheeks, soaking into Lulu’s fur as if trying to pass on some of her own strength to the tiny creature.She was utterly broken by what had happened in Nero's office— the humiliation, and by the cold indifference that had dashed the little flicker of hope she had that he might help her. She thought that reuniting with her cat would bring her some peace. But now that peace was slipping away from her hands.Elena, who had just returned from supervising the maids in the kitchen, stood a short distance away, her heart aching at the sight. She hated this. She did not like watching the young girl— s

CHAPTER 37: A ray of hopeThe sunlight that poured into the room in soft shafts, warmed the marble floor and gilded the edges of Olivia’s amimated face as she knelt beside the ornate couch, her fingers running gently through the orange fur of her beloved cat. Lulu purred in her arm. She was slow and weak, but alive, and that was enough for Olivia. Her laughter, light and almost childlike, echoed faintly as she teased the cat with the silk ribbon Elena had handed her minutes ago. For a peaceful moment, Olivia forgot everything—the weight of her new life,the fear, the loneliness, the sharp ache that had reduced to a dull throb in her injured thigh. They all faded behind the simple joy of holding something she loved. It was just like her former life. As Olivia and her pet enjoyed the other's company in reunion, Elena, seated nearby, smiled quietly as she watched the guarded smile she had become accustomed to from the young woman—but which rarely appeared crack into something real for

CHAPTER 39: Down she came Olivia barely felt the echo of her own footsteps as she lifelessly descended the grand staircase in a trance like a zombie. Her hands trembled against the cool smooth banister. But it wasn’t from physical weakness, or exhaustion. No. Rather, It was from the storm that was brewing within her—the thunderclap of Nero’s cold voice still ringing in her head like a timeless loop. “You’re mine.” “This is your reality now.” Those words repeated in an endless loop like a broken record, branding her mind like a curse. Divorce wasn’t an option, he’d said. This was her life now. A life built on chains and shadows. She had thought with the appearance of his beloved chip, that he was going to let her go—her and her cat. But she had been wrong. In her excitement, she had forgotten about the unspoken reality nestling within her.Olivia felt like she was sleepwalking. It seemed like she was walking in an endless corridor in a nightmare of her own making. Each step down