Todos os capítulos de THE TRILLIONAIRE'S SICK HUSBAND .: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Olivia Brooks was 24 years old. She worked as a data entry clerk at a bank. Her salary was twelve hundred dollars a month. Her boss threw the files on her desk. Make this report again, he said. She had not slept for three days. Her phone lit up with a hospital bill. Fifteen thousand dollars for her father's chemotherapy. If she missed the payment, his treatment would stop. She wiped her tears and opened the files again. Yes sir, she whispered. Poverty was chasing her like a dog.The same Olivia worked as a waitress at night. Club Velvet was the most expensive club in the city. She wore a small black dress and carried champagne on a tray. A drunk man grabbed her hand. Have another glass here, he said. Olivia pulled away. Please sir, she said. He pulled out notes. How much do you want, five hundred or a thousand. A cold voice cut through the music behind her. Leave her alone. Everyone turned. A woman in a white suit stood there. She wore a diamond necklace and had two bodygu

One week passed. Ethan's room was not dark anymore. The curtains stayed open. There were flowers on the table and sunlight came through the window.Olivia was there from seven in the morning till twelve at night. Medicine, massage, talking, stories. And it was working.Ethan could stay awake for five minutes now. He drank water by himself. Today he picked up a spoon with his own hand. His hand shook, but he held it. Victoria came every day. Her face was full of happiness.The doctor said his recovery had started, she told Olivia. Hope was finally in the house again. Olivia felt her chest get lighter.Olivia came in with a new chart. Week two goals. Sit for ten minutes. Speak five words. Look outside the window. Ethan, wake up, she said softly. Today we will sit.No, I am tired, Ethan whispered. Just two minutes, Olivia said. She put pillows and helped him sit up. Ethan started breathing hard. Sweat appeared on his forehead.Olivia quickly held his hand. Good jo

Doctor, what happened, Victoria shouted. Severe stress and blood pressure drop. His heart took too much strain. The next twenty four hours are critical, the doctor said.Olivia stood in the corner shaking. Ethan's shirt was in her hands. From behind a voice said, it happened because of her. It was Caroline.She pointed at Olivia. This gold digger killed my nephew. All the relatives started nodding. Olivia kept her head down. She did not stop the tears.Who is this girl, a nurse asked. Contract wife. Ten million, Caroline answered. Everyone in the ward started staring.Shame on you, an aunt said. Torturing a sick man. Call the police, an uncle said. This is fraud. Olivia lowered her head more. She did not cry out loud.Stop it, Victoria said. Olivia did nothing. Then who did it, Caroline said. She has been in his head for a week. The door opened.A tall man walked in. Twenty nine. Black suit. Rolex. Styled hair. He had Ethan's nose but his eyes were like a h

2 DAYS LATER. 10:00 AM. HALE MANSION* Olivia was called back. "For house work" - Victoria’s order. No nurse. No friend. Just a servant. Uniform: old grey dress. Scarf on her head. Work: mopping floors, washing dishes, washing clothes. Victoria said clearly: "If you even look toward Ethan’s room, I’ll cut out your tongue." Olivia stayed silent. Head down, working. : 11:00 AM. ENTRY - AMELIA* A sports car stopped at the gate. Pink. A girl got out. 22 years old. Short clothes. Expensive shoes. Iphone 16 Pro Max in hand. Amelia Hale. Victoria’s real daughter. Ethan’s step-sister. Came back after studying in the US. After 3 years. She walked straight in. All servants lined up. Amelia saw Olivia. Mopping the floor. Hair tied. Slap marks still on her cheek. "Eww." Amelia wrinkled her nose. "Who’s this? New maid?" Victoria: "Yes dear. Her name is Olivia. She’s a thief." Amelia laughed. "A thief? Wow. I’ll fix her." 11:30 AM. FIRST CRUELTY - THE WORK

8:30 AM. RETURN* The taxi stopped at Hale Mansion gate. Rain. Olivia was soaked. Bag pressed to her chest. Inside: the pen-drive. Dr. Aryan’s report. The servant opened the door. Face pale. "Go inside. Ma’am is waiting for you." Olivia’s heart sank. 8:35 AM. LIVING ROOM - CAUGHT* Victoria sat on the sofa. Table in front. On it: CCTV printouts. Olivia coming out of the clinic. Talking to Dr. Aryan. Behind her, Amelia stood. Rolling pin in hand. Smiling. Lucas in the corner. Playing game on his phone. Victoria: "WHERE DID YOU GO?!" Olivia lowered her head. "M... medicine..." _SLAP_ Victoria stood. One hard slap. "LIAR!!!" Olivia fell. 5 finger marks on her cheek. Victoria threw the printout. "WHAT IS THIS?! WHY DID YOU GO TO DR. ARYAN?!" Olivia: "Ma’am... I... I just..." : 8:40 AM. BEATING START - PART 1* Victoria: "AMELIA!" Amelia stepped forward. Raised the rolling pin. "I’ll teach her. Acting like a big doctor." _THWACK_ Firs