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Pretend to be the good girl when I’d long since set that version of me on fire. I stared at the wooden beams above me, their rough grain blurry through the thin veil of tears I refused to shed. "Perhaps in time, you'll find peace," the Father added gently. "But first, you must find forgiveness within yourself." Peace was a term that was overrated. Why find peace when there’s money? Fame? Power? Did I mention fame?? Olivia had to pay, and she would, in blood. I'll make sure of that. She saw me as second to her, but I would be number one. She thought she was better than me—she should just wait until I take everything right from under her.

My heart was pounding. Diego sat beside me, pulling me into his arms. "You were magnificent," he murmured. "Absolutely magnificent." I laughed weakly. "I was terrified." "You didn't look terrified." He kissed my forehead. "You looked fierce. Powerful. Like a warrior." I looked up at him. "Did you mean what you said? That you'll destroy them if they try to take me away?" "Yes." His voice was firm. "I meant every word. You're mine, Olivia. And I protect what's mine."

But lately, he did everything to stay out of her way and give Olivia the freedom she needed. Perhaps if she tried to ask, Noah might allow her to leave. Not for good, but maybe just for a while, so she could clear her thoughts. *Noah?* Olivia tried to call him, hoping the bond wouldn’t let her down. *Noah, if you can hear this, I have no idea where I am. They drugged me, took me to a place that doesn’t reek of rogues, and I’m chained to what I believe has to be a wall. I don’t know; it’s so dark and cold here. I can’t see anything or move. I could take a step or two at best. The rogues went in circles probably to confuse you; I don’t know if you’ll find me. If you can hear this, I forgive yo

He met my gaze again and started unbuttoning my jeans. From there I did the unimaginable with a man who wasn't my mate. And for some odd reason I didn't feel at least the slightest bit guilty. ************* "Oliviaaaaaaaaaa" "Olivia. Oliviaaaaaaa" I groaned at the annoying voice in my head. I rolled over and felt the warmth of Damon next to me. My mate... I sighed happily and snuggled closer as I kept my eyes closed. "Oliviaaaaaa" the sing song voice said again.

I noticed the surrounding people staring at us, and I let out a hiss, drinking a sip of water to compose myself. Olivia continued, "I don't know who made that video, but it's edited. Whoever did it did it on purpose to get to us, sweetheart." She placed her hand on mine, but I immediately pulled it away. "Oh, please," I scoffed. "You cheated on me. I'm not a fool. You ruined everything, and I'll make sure you pay. Trust me, no one cheats on me," I said, pounding my chest. Olivia raised an eyebrow, "I can see you're going crazy.”

Someone who crumbled the moment fear wrapped its hands around his throat? I felt utterly disgusted. My mind flashed to the hospital room. To Olivia lying there, pale and hurting. To the bandage wrapped around her head. She had gone through that pain because of this scumbag. My jaw tightened. I raised the microphone again. “Roger,” I said coldly, “make sure he pays dearly for harming my woman.” Roger, who had been standing nearby, straightened and began to slowly move toward Aiden again. Aiden’s eyes widened in terror.

He walks into the light with a mug and walks to her side as he stretch the mug, Olivia smiles happily to collect it but instead Maximum takes the cup yo his lips inviting the fuming Olivia, who gives it a rest after thinking of it. Suddenly he place the mug on her lips and Olivia shows surprise before sipping from the mug and it happens to be black coffee, no sugar. She hates it. Maximum kneels to her front and wipes the blanket around her more. "The first person is me and the second is the baby, that baby is innocent and it needs a better father, someone who does not like his stupid mom." Olivia made an angry face like as if asking him if he wants a death wish, she quickly turns away from M

“But I’m wondering, are you ever going to tell me your name?” “Dominic Salvatore,” I shrugged. “Notorious underground gang leader and crime lord, and that sweet Rose of mine, is why we can’t ever be in the same room again. In fact, I’d totally understand and fully approve if you stood and walked out on me right now.” “You really would love that, wouldn’t you?” She crookedly smiled in my direction. As if I had just shared a joke, or maybe even something pleasant or totally normal about myself. “Of course, I would.” There was no use denying it. “I’d actually consider it the right call for both of us.”

I said to him, and he nodded before turning around. I couldn’t explain what compelled me to go there, but somehow I was worried about Olivia. Drink outs could be fun but also dangerous. During drink outs, innocent ladies fall into the hands of predators, especially when they are drunk, and the thought of Olivia being such a victim brought a knot to my stomach. “Damn you! What have you done to me?” I grunted. “Hurry up,” I urged Fox, who nodded and increased the speed of the car.

She was seated on the other side of the table, her eyes filled with so much hatred for me. “Are you mad?” I asked the question so calmly. I did not believe that I could be that calm. “She is!” The man that was next to me stated. She ignored him and spat at me, “Since you got your precious money back, it looks like you don’t know what to do with it except oppress people like before!” Olivia continued, her voice growing louder with each word, as though she was trying to paint herself as the victim. She was not a victim and she knew that. She probably had something to do with this. She was a bad person, she did it once and I knew that she could as well do it once again.