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All Chapters of The Billionaire Husband Who Tried to Kill Me : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Olivia's POV "Once Olivia drinks that cocktail tonight, she'll be completely out of the picture. The room is booked, and our guy is ready with the camera. As soon as she's knocked out, we'll get everything on video and make sure it goes viral. Your brother's divorce will be a slam dunk after that!""Are you absolutely certain this will work, Victoria? We can't afford to mess this up," Natalie whispered."Please. When have I ever failed you? This plan is foolproof."I felt my blood run cold as I stood frozen outside my husband's study, overhearing Victoria's conversation with Natalie, my sister-in-law. Victoria is my dad's adopted daughter, she is slightly older than me and I know she has always hated me right from childhood but not up to the point of killing me. The hatred in Natalie's voice was unmistakable. Has she always despised me this much? Enough to destroy my life?I couldn't help myself. I needed to see who else was in that room. Holding my breath, I pushed the door open ju

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Olivia's POV “Damn!” I cursed as I tried to get up, but my ankle wouldn’t let me.Murmurs erupted in the crowd as everyone pointed fingers at me and openly mocked me.“I always knew there’s no love in their marriage.”“True, I heard she seduced Marcus and forced him to marry her.”“She is just a desperate bitch!”Those were some of the words people were saying about me. I ignored them, as my main focus was to get myself to the hospital. Defending myself to them wouldn’t change the fact that Macus doesn’t love me.I retrieved my phone from my purse and called Jane, my best friend, to come take me to the hospital.> > > > > > > Jane and I arrived at the hospital late. It was already 9:20 p.m. The ER was quiet because there’s usually no rush at this time.“Look, Oliv, isn’t that your husband?” Jane asked, pointing at Macus, who was holding onto another woman—Sophia.I sighed. “Let’s go get my legs treated,” I said.We left there to go see a doctor.My leg and minor wounds were treated.

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Olivia's POV The day flew by in a blur of paperwork and meetings. I was still piling up files at my desk when my phone buzzed. "Shit!" I glanced at the time. 6:45 PM. Marcus's party. I'd completely forgotten about our little "appointment." Not that I was eager to attend, but I needed to see what new games he and his conspirators were playing.I rushed to the company shower, my ankle still throbbing beneath the cast. The warm water did little to ease the tension in my shoulders. Whatever they were planning tonight, I needed to stay sharp.Stepping out with a towel wrapped around me, I nearly collided with a broad chest."Marcus?" I gasped. "What are you doing here?"His eyes traveled down my barely-covered body, and I clutched the towel tighter to my body."Picking you up, of course." His smile didn't reach his eyes. "Can't have my beautiful wife arrive alone.""I told you I'd come myself.""Change of plans." He dangled his car keys. "I'll wait outside while you get dressed."Twenty

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Olivia's POV The moment David's car disappeared from view, Marcus yanked me out of where he'd shoved me. My ankle throbbed as I stumbled forward, nearly falling."Did you really think you could leave with him?" Marcus growled, his fingers digging into my arm.Tears welled in my eyes but I blinked them back. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.Natalie rushed over, her fake smile plastered on her face. "Why so serious, Olivia? We were just playing with you! It was just a bit of fun.""Fun?" My voice trembled. "You pushed me off a balcony and maybe tried to drug me!"Victoria appeared next to Natalie, arms crossed. "You shouldn't take everything so personally. God, you've always been such a drama queen."They forced me back into the hotel, Natalie gripping one arm, Marcus the other. People stared as we passed through the lobby, but no one stepped in. To them, we probably looked like friends helping a drunk woman.Once we reached a private lounge area, Marcus checked his watch. "I need

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OLIVIA The bathroom door exploded inward with a bang that echoed off the tiles. Through my blurred vision, I saw a familiar figure charging through the darkness."David?" I whispered, barely conscious.He didn't hesitate. Grabbing a metal towel rack, he swung it at the first masked woman. The sound of metal hitting bone made me flinch. She screamed and dropped her dagger, blood streaming from her head.The second woman lunged at him, but David was faster. The towel rack caught her across the shoulder, sending her crashing into the mirror. Glass shattered everywhere with deafening noise."Don't move!" David shouted at them, his voice deadly. "Olivia, stay with me."I tried to respond but darkness was pulling me under. The last thing I heard was David calling 911, his voice urgent and panicked."I need an ambulance and police at the Grand Plaza Hotel immediately. Two women just tried to murder someone."Everything went black…*****I woke up to the sound of beeping machines and the sme

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Olivia's POVThe steady beeping of machines pulled me from the darkness like a rope dragging me up from the bottom of a deep well. My eyelids felt heavy, as if someone had sewn weights into them. The fluorescent lights above burned my eyes, making me squint as I tried to focus on the sterile white ceiling.My mouth tasted like metal and bitter medicine. Every muscle in my body ached, and my head pounded with a rhythm that matched the heart monitor beside my bed. I tried to sit up, but my arms felt like jelly."Easy there," a gentle voice said from somewhere to my right. I turned my head slowly, fighting the dizziness that came with the movement.A young nurse with kind brown eyes was adjusting my IV drip. Her name tag read 'Sarah.' She smiled at me with genuine warmth. "You're safe now, Mrs. Caldwell. How are you feeling?""Like I got hit by a truck," I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper. "What time is it?""It's almost noon. You've been sleeping for about twelve hours." Sarah c

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Olivia's POVI was still staring at the threatening note when I heard familiar voices in the hallway. My heart jumped into my throat as I quickly folded the paper and shoved it under my pillow. The last thing I needed was for anyone to see it before I figured out who I could trust."She's been through a terrible ordeal," came Marcus's voice, smooth and concerned. "I just want to make sure she's getting the best care possible.""Of course, Mr. Caldwell," replied a deeper voice I didn't recognize. "We understand your concern. We just need to ask her a few follow-up questions about last night."Police. They were here to question me about the attack. And Marcus was with them, playing the part of the worried husband. The same Marcus who had forced drugged champagne down my throat just hours ago.The door opened, and Marcus walked in first, his face perfectly arranged in an expression of love and concern. He was wearing his best suit, the navy blue one I'd always said made his eyes look war

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Olivia's POVThe tension in the room was so thick I could barely breathe. David stood frozen in the doorway, his dark eyes locked on Marcus with an intensity that made my heart race. The coffee cup in his hand trembled slightly, and I could see his jaw clench as he processed whatever he'd overheard."I asked you a question," David said, his voice deadly quiet. "What exactly were you telling her?"Marcus's smile widened, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Just reassuring my wife that everything will be fine. That's what husbands do, isn't it?""Is it?" David stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind him with a soft click. "Because from where I was standing, it sounded more like a threat."My stomach twisted into knots. This was exactly what I'd been afraid of – David getting pulled into danger because of me. Marcus was unpredictable, and I had no idea how far he was willing to go."David, please," I whispered, but both men ignored me."A threat?" Marcus laughed, the sound shar

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Olivia's POVThe question hung in the air like a loaded gun. Detective Mills's eyes were kind but direct, waiting for my answer. "Do you want to press charges against your husband?"My mouth opened, but no sound came out. The words I desperately wanted to say, yes, he drugged me, he threatened me, he's been lying to me for years, died in my throat.I could feel Marcus's presence even though he was outside the room. His whispered threat echoed in my mind: "If you think David can protect you, you're already dead." The memory of his fingers gripping my hand so tightly I thought the bones might break sent a shiver down my spine."Mrs. Collins?" Detective Mills prompted gently. "Take your time."David leaned forward from his chair beside my bed, his dark eyes searching my face. I could see the hope there, the encouragement. He wanted me to be brave, to finally speak the truth. But he didn't understand. He couldn't understand.Marcus wasn't just my husband, he was connected to powerful peop

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Olivia's POVThe taste of betrayal was bitter in my mouth as I watched Sophia pull away from Marcus, her lipstick perfectly intact while his was slightly smudged. She looked like a cat that had just caught the fattest mouse in the house."Sophia," Marcus said, his voice warm in a way it hadn't been for me in months. "You shouldn't have come. It's not safe for you here.""Safe?" She laughed, a sound like crystal bells that somehow managed to be both beautiful and sharp. "From what? From poor little Olivia lying helpless in her hospital bed?"I gripped the blanket tighter, my knuckles turning white. Every word out of her mouth felt like a slap, but I forced myself to stay calm. I had to. After what had just happened with the detective, I couldn't afford to lose control."Besides," Sophia continued, settling the white roses in a vase on my bedside table, "I wanted to see how she was doing. After all, we're going to be seeing so much less of each other soon."Marcus shot her a warning loo

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