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CHAPTER 3. Olivia’s POV. “Ahh.” He sighed, his voice low and yet I could hear him over the loud music, his cologne was driving me nuts. I groaned, unable to hold back the fact that the alcohol I’d had was unleashing another side of me. It's why I hate taking alcohol, I tend to get even hornier. He looked hotter by the second and with each second that passed, I kept mentally scolding myself for falling for a man like Ethan when there are men like this.

’ "What?" "I didn't say anything," Olivia says, looking at me. "No, not you." I shake my head, dismissing the thought as a mere figment of my imagination. But just a second later, I hear it again. ‘You’re a shameless little harlot, begging for attention from a wretched wolf bastard – no less.’ “I’m not.” "You're not what?" She shoots back, her raised brow suggesting I might be a little crazy. But I don’t respond.

Leo trembled with rage, on the verge of losing control. “What else do you have to say now?” “Olivia, how could you do something like this?!” “She was our sister!” Faced with the irrefutable evidence preserved by the crystal,Olivia finally dropped her act and screamed: “I only wanted to destroy her reputation! I never meant for her to die!” “She hit her own head!How is that my fault?!” “And besides—didn’t you all hate her anyway?” “Wouldn’t it be better if she were dead?!”

she whispered hoarsely, rocking her against her chest, her voice cracking as relief and pain collided inside her. Olivia was still screaming and struggling, and Ria turned to face her. Their gaze locked and for a moment, time stopped. Olivia’s gaze burned with unbridled hatred, her expression twisted into something vicious and unrecognizable. Olivia was livid, and if she could, she would have been spitting fire. "Where's Liam?" Ria demanded, her voice soft but dangerous. In answer, Olivia spat at her feet, the glob of saliva landing at Ria's shoes. "Go to hell.”

Olivia said loudly, making Ignazio's body stiffen instantly. "Olivia, mind your words," Ignazio warned, but Olivia laughed even harder. "You're the one who should mind yourself, Ignazio!" Olivia taunted fearlessly. Ignazio knew that Olivia dared to speak so boldly in front of him because she was drunk; otherwise, she would likely choose to remain silent. "You're truly a heartless man. You're evil! You're cruel!" Olivia shouted right near Ignazio's ear. "Olivia..." Olivia stopped screaming. She lowered her head, covering her face with both hands, and Ignazio heard her sobbing softly.

AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI. “W-what?” Maybe I didn’t hear right. She’d fucked who? Her words sent my heart racing faster than a sports car. For a split second, everything appeared blurry, even her petite figure standing in front of me. How could she? I didn’t want to believe it. Olivia knew the gravity of what she’d done. The crime she’d committed. I watched her struggle to keep her tears from falling, her eyes already throbbing and red.

Olivia said, her voice trembling. “Olivia, we must be brave. They’re trying to make us feel powerless, but we still have one thing left — our choice. We can’t let ourselves be trapped in their game. I won’t let you suffer, and I won’t let them threaten us. It’s because you’re the woman I love that they want you dead — so that I’ll suffer.”

“You’ve always been the one I wanted. You took everything from me, Damian. Now I’m going to take it all back. Starting with her.” Damian’s hands balled into fists, his jaw clenched, but he didn’t move closer. His mind raced—his emotions tore at him from every direction. I could see the raw anger building within him, the need to end this. But he was frozen, unwilling to pull the trigger. “Damian…” I said softly, my voice trembling. “You have to choose.” Before I could say anything else, a loud noise rang out from the corner of the room. I barely caught the movement as Olivia, still bound but far more resourceful than I’d given her credit for, managed to free herself from her restraints.

“You bitch. You absolute bitch.” He should’ve known the moment she started playing the perfect housewife. Olivia was never a woman content with just taking orders. She had stolen files from one of the most dangerous underground syndicates in Central America…documents she didn’t even understand the weight of…and now she was gone. And he was the one left holding the knife.

His scream ripped through the room, echoing against the walls. “Try again,” I said calmly, twisting the knife. It took hours. Hours of screams, blood, broken bones. My men stayed silent the whole time, only stepping forward when I nodded. By the end, the rogue was trembling, his voice hoarse. “Olivia,” he croaked finally. “It was Olivia. She paid me and my boys to snatch the phone. Said there was something on it she couldn’t let you see.” The name sent a cold rush through me, even though I’d already guessed it.