All Chapters of The sweet revenge of a heartless CEO - Clifford Empire: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

**OLÍVIA’S POV**I wrapped my arms around Gabe’s neck and tried to kiss him, but he didn’t let me, pulling his head back. “Want to taste me, Olívia?” I nodded innocently. Gabe handed me the whiskey bottle from the glass table, with a few drops of amber liquid left, and said in an authoritative tone, “Drink… and run your tongue where my mouth was.” I opened my mouth, letting the remaining liquid fall onto my tongue, and grimaced at the bitter taste. I rarely drank alcohol because of my condition, but this was different—it tasted like Gabe. After swallowing, I ran my tongue along the bottle’s neck provocatively, my eyes locked on his. I wasn’t sure if my husband would let me suck him, so I simulated a blowjob with the whiskey bottle, preparing myself for something I’d never done but dreamed of experiencing. With one hand, Gabe unzipped my pants and slipped his fingers under my panties, touching my pussy, making me burn inside and out. I moaned, still with the bottle in my mouth, as

**GABE’S POV**I knew Olívia was lying next to me in bed, and I was afraid to open my eyes and find her awake, thinking we were a couple. I’d pretend to myself it was all because of the alcohol and tell her I didn’t remember anything. That wouldn’t just hurt her—it’d make her feel like she was terrible in bed. In the end, everything happened as it should have. Olívia sold the watch Mônica gave me, pissed me off, so I drank and decided to give in and fuck her. It wasn’t hard to see that Stick-Figure desired me fiercely, begging for my kisses and touches. Maybe that was the best tactic moving forward: make her fall in love. A person in love is easy to hurt and break. And I’d go even further… I’d put a child in her. When the baby was born, I’d divorce her and take custody, destroying Olívia and, by extension, her dear daddy who loved her more than anything. It took Stick-Figure getting rid of the most important thing I had to make me realize this wasn’t a cat-and-mouse game she seeme

**OLÍVIA’S POV**I stretched slowly in bed, feeling the sunlight slip through the partially open blinds. I didn’t expect Gabe to be by my side when I woke up. And he wasn’t. I looked at my body and saw the purple marks on my skin. Every touch of his had left its mark on me. I was naked… and no longer a virgin. The proof was on the sheets, which I pulled off the bed. I dragged a chair near the window and hung both sheets, stained with drops of my blood—the evidence that I was a virgin, innocent, something Gabe never believed. Why couldn’t I wipe the smile off my face? Because I was happy! I jumped naked on the massive bed, celebrating that I’d finally slept with my husband. Sure, I bit his cock and couldn’t finish the blowjob, but I’d practice to not mess up next time. And I wouldn’t practice on other men’s cocks—Gabe’s tasted good. I’d use a banana. Gabe’s bed was a great gym. We could do some squats at night, and in the morning, I’d do pole flips jumping on his mattress. Gabe’s

**OLÍVIA’S POV**Dinner wasn’t what I expected—I thought we were starting to get along. But it could’ve been worse. At least Gabe ate with me for the first time in three months. When he left the kitchen, I followed, unsure what we’d do or *if* we’d do anything together. He looked at the picture I’d hung above the fireplace, the collage of us at a wedding, and ordered, “Take that down!” “I can’t.” “Why not?” “Because this house is totally impersonal. Our photo proves people live here.” “Look at that man’s body! It doesn’t look like me.” “The woman has more boobs and ass than I do,” I smiled. “But honestly, my collage is better than the art you’ve got around here.” “On second thought, I’d have liked to marry a woman with a body like that. Probably good in bed… and doesn’t mess up a blowjob.” His jab stung. “And I should’ve married Jorel… but I ended up with you.” I shrugged. “Unfortunately, that’s what fate had in store for us.” Gabe shot me a death glare. Did he think he’d hum

**OLÍVIA’S POV**I took advantage of my free day and went to visit my dad in the hospital. As soon as I entered the room, a smile lit up his still-bruised face. I rushed to him and gave him a tight hug, hearing a groan of pain. “Sorry, Dad… I think I squeezed too hard.” “I love your bear hugs.” He smiled. “When are you going home?” “The doctor said I’ll be discharged by tomorrow. I can’t stand being here anymore.” “I bet it’s not fun!” We looked at each other for a moment, and he took my hand. “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay.” “No, it’s not. You married a monster to help me. And paid off the loan shark. I… I’m ashamed of everything I’ve done, sweetheart.” “Dad, it’s the least I could do for you.” “You’re my daughter, sweetheart. I didn’t do anything extraordinary by taking you in after your mother died. And I deeply regret not doing it sooner. I’m sure I could’ve spared you so much suffering if I’d taken you out of that place when you were born.” “Everything happens when it’s supp