OLIVIA’S POV
“No…No…it can’t be, it can’t be..” I shook my head, tears already pooling my eyes as I approached the door.
I felt my heart sink deep down as I touched the knob to my matrimonial bed, opening the door as the final hope I had in me seeped out. The both of them were so engrossed in what they were doing that they didn’t notice me, her moans leaking out of her mouth with his eyes closed as he kept thrusting in her.
The first tear rolled down my eyes as my bag fell to the floor, finally grasping their attention.
“Olivia..” my husband called out my name with that dirty mouth of his.
I had no idea what to do, or what to say. I fixed my eyes on him, staring at those same eyes that I grew to love and left everything for.
“Clint…Clinton.. why? Why?” I finally talked, the tears now rolling down my eyes in full.
“Olivia…it’s not…
“Don’t..” I cut him off, shaking my head as I approached them.
“Don’t even tell me..it’s nothing like that..or..or the devil’s hand work..or you were not looking.” I said, pressing my lips together in hopes of stopping the tears.
“So what do you want me to say? That I cheated on you intentionally or what..
“Don’t even say anything to me Clinton! Don’t say any stupid thing to me!” I yelled at him, my eyes wide open with hurt.
“I…I’ve loved you like a wife is supposed to, I’ve cared for you like a wife is supposed to. Done everything a wife is supposed to do! Why! Why did you have to cheat!”
“Because you don’t have the body a wife is supposed to have.” He replied.
His words hit me like a cold brick, causing my legs to become wobbly and the words left in my throat to be shoved back down. He stood up from the lady he was fucking, walking towards me with his dick in view.
He placed his hand on my shoulder and stared into my tear stricken eyes, “I don’t love you anymore Olivia. I don’t have anything for you. The only reason I’m keeping you is because of the society, you’re no more than a pig in my house now.” He said without blinking.
Everything stopped in that moment, only his words reverberating in my ears. The man I’ve known to love for more than 10 years, through my childhood. The…
“No..” I said shakily, falling to the ground as my breath got heavier.
“No…no…” I muttered, shaking my head.
My heart squeezed tight in my chest, almost suffocating me. Tears pooled my eyes, blinding me from seeing that he had left my front. The only thing I could think of and focus on was the hurt I was feeling presently, and the lady’s giggle from my matrimonial bed.
I shut my eyes tight, allowing all the tears to fall down at once, the sour taste of my tears hitting my lips.
“You know how you came in… walk through the door once you’re done crying. You look pitiful by the way.” I heard him say again.
I wanted to yell at him, shout and ask what bad I must have done for him to treat me this way but I couldn’t find my voice. It felt as if something was pierced in me, and even my heart was bleeding uncontrollably.
Their moans filled the room again, causing my ears to also bleed out before I finally found my legs.
“The hag is leaving.” The lady giggled out.
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I didn’t know how I drove to this bar, but I did it and I’m here, downing the third bottle of alcohol. I just wanted everything to go, the pain, the image of them, his words, our memories. I wanted everything to leave.
He was my first love, the boy I adored and the man I adorned. I gave him everything I had, my virginity, my life. I followed his rules, I learned to make everything he wanted.
“Are you okay miss?” I heard a deep voice beside me, turning to meet the eyes of a handsome man.
“I don’t know.. am I okay?” I replied, a deep laugh escaping my lips as I said that.
“Am I okay?” I repeated, feeling my eyes stinging once again.
“You know, I loved him so much.. I cared for him so much and what did he do?”
“He carried a fucking whore and was fucking her on my matrimonial bed!” I said to the stranger.
“On my matrimonial bed!” I yelled at his face.
“And you know the funniest part?”
“They did not even mind me being there. It…it was more of a turn on for them because he kept fucking her on the bed. She…she even called me a hag!”
“Me! A hag! Have I grown that old because of marriage!”
The more I said those words, the more my heart tightened in pain. Have I gotten that old that my husband didn’t want me anymore? And he prefer a fucking whore to me?
I was his pride and eyes back then. When other boys chased after me, he would say to me that it’s because I’m pretty like a bird and I catch their eyes.
“His pretty words… I must have been a fool then.” I scoffed, downing more of the alcohol.
I saw the man stand up and suddenly a hand was on my waist, helping me up.
“What…what are you..”
“I’m taking you out of here.” He cut me off.
I didn’t mind where he was taking me, as long as the pain left. The image of Clinton’s naked body, and the girl that I did not get to see her face kept flashing in my brain.
“Sleep with me.” I said abruptly.
I met with the man’s eyes, the deep brown color resembling one of the eyes I’ve seen somewhere before.
“Take…the… pain away for me..” I stuttered.
“Of course. Of course I will.” Those were the last words I heard.
Olivia's pov. The next morning, I woke up with a splitting headache. I scowled as I felt the sun ray heavily upon my face. "Ah, the hell..." I cursed as I slowly began to open my eyes. The first thing that came to sight was a strange man fast asleep across from me on the bed. I swallowed a gasp as I threw my hands instinctively to my mouth. Sitting upright on the bed, I look down on myself as bits and fragments of memories of last night flashed across my mind. "Are you crazy, Olivia?". I say in whispers. "Even though Clinton is a cheater, how could you do such a thing?". I shake my head, clearing off my thoughts. "For now, let's leave here and deal with this situation later.". Jumping down from the bed, I picked up my clothes from the ground, quickly changing Into them before scurrying away from the hotel room. Outside the hotel, I hail for a cab, hop in as I quickly tell the driver my address. I stare outside the window as the driver takes off, my mind wandering back to
Olivia’s POV My lips parted in shock and my right hand cradled my right cheek which burned with pain, not physical but emotional pain. I wasn't expecting that from someone I called 'father’. “What was that for?” I muttered, my eyes brimming with hot tears. There was a knock on the door and the handle jerked. Secretary Bessy stood my the doorway, clutching a file of paper works to her chest. “Sir, these documents—” Her jaw slackened and her gaze widened behind her clear spectacles as she noticed the tension in the office. “I'm sorry—” Her voice softened as she turned to leave, disappearing as fast as she appeared. Father turned to me, the look on his wrinkling face livid enough to frighten a kitten. “Do you know the gravity of what you have just done?” I swallowed a subtle gulp and pinned my gaze on him without blinking, my mind struggling to fathom the possible gravity of what I’d done. Did I make the wrong decision in leaving that whore of a man, that unapologetic fool who sa
OLIVIA'S POVIt's been sixteen years of being away from this city but it still feels like yesterday. Every bit and fragment of the memories was fresh and strongly implanted in my head. The city hasn't changed much – the thick wildlife that looked alive, the clean air and the gorgeous Victorian houses could still be felt and seen. The only dominant change was the establishments, it wasn’t night already but multicoloured neon light were already shimmering here and there. As I drove down the street, several thoughts reeled in my mind. Clinton just froze my only hope of surviving, leaving me penniless. I thought of going to my father for help but erased the idea as fast as it came, it wasn’t worth it. "Fuck!” I rested my head on the steering wheel, forgetting I was still on the street road. A horn blared from behind and I jolted, quickly giving way as a flashy convertible overtook. “Are you drunk or something!!” A young guy with long, shoulder-length hair yelled and glared at me. I pa
Davion’s POV Her lustrous brunette rippled like the waves of the ocean, her eyes as bright as emerald and her body as supple as an apple on a summer orchard. I never expected to see her again after she left unannounced from the hotel room. Though we spent a drunken night together, I still remembered every bit and fragment of everything that happened that night. Our gaze seemed to be forever pinned to each other, oblivious of the eyes staring, mouths gasping and cameras snapping. Her eyeballs rolled and at once I realized I held her for quite a long time. With my hands wedged against her lower waist, I carefully jerked her to a steady position, surprised the tray hadn't fallen from her grasp. I received a standing ovation from some members of the crowd. "Thank you.” My ego couldn't help but swell a bit. As I watched her serve tables, a wave of nervous energy flowed through me, she trod gracefully and was beautiful to watch. Never could believe she was a waitress in this distant cit
OLIVIA . I pulled out my cellphone from my black leather pockets and stared at the screen. Shoot! I'm late for work again. Hopefully someone remembers to cover up for me or i am screwed. My boss would literally eat me alive and spit me out in the gruelest way possible. Outside my little apartment, I quickly flagged down a cab and the minute it stopped in front of me, i gave the driver the direction to my workplace and he zoomed off almost immediately. The cab pulled up in front of the resort in less than ten minutes and i hurriedly paid him before rushing inside. After signing in, I tried to sneak inside through the elevator but unfortunately, I am caught by my supervisor before my plan is even executed. "Late again Olivia!" Madame Tisha called out to me and i froze immediately. I bit my lips in utter frustration before turning to face her. "Isn't it the third time you've been late this week?' she proceeded to ask. "Good morning boss" I greeted in the most polite voice that I co
OLIVIA . "I'm sorry Miss, but we're not hiring today." The manager broke down the news to me as soon as it got to my turn for the interview. I had been to three different interviews in the space of two hours and all three of them told me the same thing. It was becoming a familiar mantra that didn't sound pleasing to my ears. "Not hiring?" I arched a brow at him "But there are thousands of applicants waiting to get interviewed today and I saw your flier that there was an open position in your restaurant." "Yes, you're right but that doesn't mean that you're fit for the job. I just checked your resumé and you're not a better candidate. I'm sorry." He told me empathetically but I felt like he was just being rude. It as if he was applying salt to my already open wounds. "Listen" I pushed myself forward "I really need this job sir. I'm willing to do anything. I can cook, clean, wash...I can even take out the trash if you want me to but please, don't let me leave this place without a jo
OLIVIA . "I'm sorry ma'am but all the tickets to Fredo has been sold out completely." The booking clerk informed me the minute it got to my turn to pay for a ticket. After finalizing my interview with Freddy, I rushed down straight to the train station to book a ticket for my dad's trial tomorrow. I had been on the queue for as long as I can remember only to be denied access for a ticket simply because it has be bought completely. I had always thought that the advantage of living in a small town would be to have a higher chance and privilege of getting something done but so far, I had only be mistaken. The more I put my mind to do something, it more it backfires almost immediately. "And when would I be able to book another ticket for Fredo?" I asked with an exasperated sigh "Listen, my father's trial is tomorrow and I really need this ticket if I'm going to make it there on time. My whole life depends on this, huh?" I pleaded with her in hopes that she sympathizes with my current
OLIVIA . "Get in Olivia!" He beckoned for the second time when i didn't move an inch. "I don't want to be seen with you Davion. Why don't you understand that?" I yelled at him "I've already lost my job and I'm still suffering from what happened when they caught us together the last time. Why won't you just leave me alone?" "Olivia—" "No Davion!" I countered "We don't even know each other so why are you so insistent on helping me and besides, we're not going the same path?" "We are." He replied sharply "I'm headed towards Kruger and I know that's where you're headed as well. Just stop being stubborn and let's go. Please..." He stressed out. I know that I shouldn't even be talking to him but I really needed to be at dad's trial. I was the only family he has and it won't be nice that no one comes over to support him. I weigh the pros and cons of Davion's offer. What if people see is together? What if they make more assumptions about us? Kruger isn't a small town like Fredo. It's
OLIVIA.SIX MONTHS LATER.It's been six whole months since the entire incident happened with Sabrina, her dad and my ex-husband. Sabrina and her father were sentenced to life imprisonment while Clinton was sentenced to twenty years in prison with no parole. My divorce with Clinton was officially successful and I got to receive half of his property and money. The evidence against my father was proven to be false and he was also released from prison as well. I visited mum to pay my respects and also tell her that I miss her alongside Davion.We had both decided to tie the knot after many ups and downs in our lives. I was excited because I would finally be getting married to love of my life and my childhood best friend. Mike's job pulled through and he left the country with Ezra. I later got to find out that they were in a official relationship with each other which was cute by the way. Davion promise to be by my side and he promised me forever. That accepted him into the family and he
OLIVIA.I had to say that it felt good to be back home after a these years. I felt refreshed and so alive that I had come back home. Davion and I were finally living together in his place ever since I came back from the hospital because I couldn't afford to go to mine after everything that had happened. My leg was healing slowly at its pace and everything could not have been better.The internet has been buzzing since the issue of my kidnap and who was behind it came to light. Davion's proposal for me had also gotten a whole lot of feedback. While people still trolled me by calling me names and bringing my divorce into the mix, some people actually supported and rooted for our love. I had told Davion that we needed to take things slow with each other because I wanted everything to calm down and the dust to settle."You're up?" He said walking into my bedroom. I had requested for a room of my own because I didn't want to share a bed with him. At least not yet and he was understanding
DAVION.Sabrina is shocked at my outburst and I could see the fear and worry in her eyes. She probably didn't expect me to say such in the presence of everyone gathered here but I don't care less. She has been using me as a puppet and it's finally her turn to be one."Davy what are you doing?" She asked, holding me by my arm. Her eyes opened wide as she looked around the crowd of people gathered who were muttering incoherent words at my outburst. Everyone was quite shocked and confused as well."You signed a contract and you promised to do this." She said through gritted teeth. "Don't embarrass and do the right thing Davion otherwise, you won't get to see the woman that you claim to love anymore."I chuckled. "I'm sorry Sabrina but this time, luck is not in your favour and the game is on you. I believed that you have done so much to ruin my life already so it's high time for you to face the damn music and you are going to face it head on."Her eyes widened and almost popped out of th
SABRINA."There all done" The makeup artist dad had told to make me up said to me. I felt the tears coming out from the corner of my eyes."Don't you want to see how it looks?" she asked again but this time placing the mirror in front of me. I took it from her and stare at my reflection in the mirror. Who would have thought that I will be getting married today and to the love of my life ever since we were little? I have always dreamt of this day and is finally becoming a reality for me.Most people might think that my life is being ruined because I am not getting married to love of my life but I can always say that my life has been nothing but beautiful at this point. Davion might not love me but at least I was finally getting married to him. He was finally going to be my husband after all of these years dreaming and wishing about it. It was finally becoming a reality and I can't help but smile at the outcome of everything.There was a time in my life when I wanted to get married to
DAVION.DAY OF THE WEDDING.I stood in front of the full length mirror as they adjusted the collar to my tuxedo. I can't believe that all my efforts to find Olivia these past few days has been futile. I have not been able to find anything about her and Sabrina had not slipped or given out a clue even by accident. It's as if she was being extra careful with everything.I even tried to fake date her so that she at least lets me know what was happening around her but her lips had been sealed shut. The more I thought about it the more frustrated I became. There was no escaping this one anymore because I was already tired on the spot and there was nothing I could do to free myself from this bind."Is the suit okay to your liking sir?" The man in charge of dressing up asked and I glared at him angrily."Do I look like I care if your suit is okay or not? I do not even want to be here in the first place neither do I care if I have to walk to that place in rags so please just do what you're
SABRINA.I am so happy that Davion had finally accepted that we are going to be together. I don't want to tell him this but I plan to stage Olivia's accident after our wedding so that he won't be able to talk to her anymore. At first I wanted to release her but when I thought about it, I decided against it. If I should release her then he would always find a reason to meet up with her and I won't have my shot at a happy ever after for myself so I will have to eliminate the threat if I am supposed to make things better for myself.My father has been right all along. Letting her live will only complicate things and I won't be able to get a grip of my home if she still alive and breathing so in order to secure my family in the future, I will have to make sure that she is no longer alive.I will make the Davion believe that everything is okay and immediately after the wedding, I am going to release her on on the way, I'm going to plan with someone to kill her so that no matter what happe
DAVION.I arrived at Sabrina's mansion with a box of chocolate on one hand and a rose petal on the other. There is only one way that I know on distracting Sabrina. It's giving her my undivided attention. And the only thing that she has ever wanted was to be with me for the rest of my life without anyone interfering and that's exactly what I was going to do. I am going to make her crave me to the point of utter madness where she would be to occupied to even think about Olivia. So that the investigator and Mike will be able to do their job in trying to locate her.I am right at the front door and security welcomed me in. I'm guessing that she had already told them not to stop me at the gate should in case I come to see her."Where is she?" I asked one of the maid who had come to usher me inside the house."Madam is in her bedroom but I will call her out for you." I nodded my head and she quickly rushed off to do as she had said. Few minutes later, Sabrina rushed down the stairs and flu
OLIVIA.I woke up to the sound of indistinct chattering. What's that smell? I feel like I'm about to throw up. I slowly opened my eyes but blinked severally to adjust the rays of sun passing through them. For how long have I been asleep? Did they drug me again? I opened my eyes tiredly. It took me a minute or two to realize that I was still in the cell looking cage where they had locked me up. My head was throbbing badly. it felt like someone was pulling a saw through it. I tried to move my leg but winced when the wound from the bullet shot through my veins.It has been five days since I was brought here. The people who kidnapped me has refused to tell me anything about my captor or who had sent them. I had spent the last few days shouting at them to at least let me talk to whoever was behind it but they refused. They kept on insisting that I was going to rot in here.I have never had any issue with anyone so I don't see a reason why someone will try to kidnap me when I have done ab
DAVION.I was still talking to Mike when they all arrived. If I didn't know any better, I'd think that they all came together judging by how they trooped into my mansion one after the other. Mike and Finne must really care about Olivia. When we were friends, he was always buried in work and never tried to make out time for anything but he was here today because I had mentioned Olivia. Does he really have feelings for her? Was she considering to be in a relationship with him before she was kidnapped? Does she like him or better question, are they planning to be together?"You called us all here?" He said out loud. "I know that it's about Olivia but why are we all here?""You're all here because I need your help." I said in a straight-forward manner without mincing words. This was already beyond me and I can't waste any more time thinking about the ifs and buts of anything at the moment. The main priority at the moment was figuring out where Olivia was and bringing her back to safety a