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She looked up and met their eyes: "I'm still afraid of being sent to the police station." "Afraid of death?" Leo sneered. "Who isn't afraid of death? Moreover, I have indeed committed a capital offense," Olivia said surprisingly calm, her tone clear and logical. "Capital offense?" Leo's face changed dramatically. Olivia, seeing the cold expressions of the two, gave a self-mocking smile. "I'm just too tired of living this life. Maybe death would be a relief. Leo, thank you for taking care of me and my daughter." "Your daughter?" Leo went cold, staring at her, "What do you mean by that?"

Olivia, already drunk, staggered and looked up as the man stood right under the light that was so blinding that she could not see his face. She narrowed her eyes, picked up the bottle on the table, and yelled, “Get out, or I’ll crack your head open!” The man slowly sat down, then violently pulled her into his arms. “If cracking my head open will make you happier, then go ahead.” This voice… Olivia’s body stiffened. His voice was so familiar, his smell was so familiar, just like that man… As soon as she remembered John Freeman, she struggled to escape. “Let go of me! You dirty scumbag! B*stard! Let me go! You’re so dirty to me!”

Alex said. “And you think I trust you? No, this is my battle too, I’m sure you haven’t forgotten what you did to my father, the scars are still on me and you think I’ll just let you do that?” Olivia said. “I’m a murderer, I killed your father, an innocent man, he didn’t know anything about this and he was just a scapegoat for other people’s mistakes, I’m a murderer, and I killed the only person who had the answers to my questions, I—“

Everyone laughed and so we did too, breaking the stare we had for each other, the music was loud and lively again, We were in sync with the music, everyone just dancing and singing along, but then again, I caught sight of you, Olivia in the corner of my eyes that made me stare at you again, you were dancing as well, lively too. When I was younger I saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind. He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it. And my momma swore that she would never let herself forget. And that was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love if it does not exist. And up until now I have sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness because none of it was ever

As soon as the recording stopped, Olivia started crying…big, ugly sobs. “I’m sorry, Damien,” she choked out. “I didn’t know better. I believed my father… I was just trying to be a good daughter. He told me you destroyed us. Please, Damien… forgive me. I was just trying to protect what was left of my family.” I didn’t look at her. “You’re a murderer, Olivia,” I said, voice flat. “You killed someone. You framed me. You put my life…and the people I love…through hell. You don’t get forgiveness. You get a cell.”

Olivia quickly unlocked the door and locked it behind them just as fast. “Well, I’m fresh out of horses right now, so a cookie before bed will have to do.” She said, catching her breath. “Up stairs and get your P.Js on and then you get your reward.” Eli headed upstair. Olivia went to the bay window and looked in the direction they had come. Was it a trick of her imagination or had somebody been following them? A distant dog bark sent a shiver down her spine. If there had been somebody out there, it was possible it was Wayne drunk and being stupid and not really intending any harm.

Blackwood’s POV The video was impossible to ignore. Her voice, Olivia’s sharp, slurred fury, echoed across the screen, accompanied by the grainy footage of strangers recording on their phones. She had cornered Jacqueline in the middle of a mall, spitting venom, dragging my name through the dirt. And worse, Jacqueline was standing there, frozen in the chaos, cameras capturing every flicker of shock on her face. I didn’t finish the clip. I slammed the phone onto the desk, fingers curling into fists. Olivia had promised she’d stay in rehab. She had sworn she wanted to get clean. But promises had always been a currency she spent freely and never repaid.

he called out, and she felt her knees immediately turn to jelly. “You're here,” she whispered, making him chuckle slightly. “I promised you that I was going to come. I could at least fulfill my promise. I always do.” “That's new for a criminal,” she muttered underneath her breath, but ouhd enough for him to hear. “I already told you,” he said slightly offended as the muscles in his jaw ticked. “I'm not a criminal.” “Yet, you sell drugs.” Melody said. She was in a daring mood today. One that she knew would get the most out of Antonio's dick.

He murdered Alexander lake. Before I was interrogated at the station, Maverick called me, telling me he accidentally hit Alexander lake with his car on his way home and he pleaded with me to take responsibility for the crime. “I can't. I'm not going to do it, Maverick!!" I stated firmly. Maverick held my hand gently, a charming and irresistible expression crossing his handsome face. “Please Olivia. My career is at stake here. I'll get you out of the prison after a month." He promised with a smooth low voice.

Leo The recording is still playing in my headphones. Fernandez is talking about "clearing liabilities" again—those sick girls who aren't profitable enough to justify keeping alive. I think about Olivia, asleep in her apartment, dreaming about venues and dresses. She has no idea her father is a monster. I should tell her. Should warn her what's coming. But I can't. Because she might warn Fernandez. He is still her father. And as much as I hate this, my first duty is to the mission, not to protecting Olivia's feelings.