Olivia remembered the first time she was introduced to the entire Quirino family was after Geremia and Rianna's official wedding. At that time, she had only glimpsed Ignazio, and even then, it was from a distance, much like during Gretta's funeral.Olivia continued to flip through the album. Every time, her eyes were drawn to the image of Ignazio full of laughter. His face was so youthful, although he had already started growing a stubble, beard, and mustache, but they were thin. Not like now, thick and even his hair was very long.She opened another cover, an elegant black leather album with gold letters on the outside that read Ignazio-Gretta, complete with the date and year of their wedding. Judging from the photos, the celebration was undoubtedly as festive as the one Geremia had organized for Rianna a few years ago.Once again, Olivia looked at Ignazio's laughing face, six years younger than the Ignazio she had seen in the penthouse. In the album, she could also see the affection
The next morning, Olivia approached Mrs. Claire just before breakfast, her heart pounding in her chest. Facing the middle-aged woman, Olivia seemed to convey her thoughts through her gestures alone. Mrs. Claire smiled, understanding, and spoke gently, "Have you made a decision?" she inquired.With confidence in her expression, Olivia nodded. "Yes, Granny. But...""But?" Mrs. Claire prompted, never taking her eyes off Olivia."But I can't promise that I can bring them closer together anytime soon," Olivia replied. Granny Claire responded with a smile. Her hand reached out and gently held Olivia's. "Thank you, Olivia. I truly appreciate it," she said with a sincere smile."If I don't succeed, will Granny be upset?" Olivia asked without hesitation. Granny Claire chuckled and shook her head. "I'm asking for your help, but my hopes are entirely entrusted to God. Because He is the One who turns hearts. What's important is that I've made the effort. Whether Ignazio's heart moves or not, we l
Granny Claire opened the door, and Olivia wasn't surprised to see a middle-aged man sitting behind the desk, wearing glasses perched on his nose, his eyes focused intently on the square screen in front of him.She clearly recognized the man. A man who often wore a blank expression but had a heart that was very, very gentle and caring. Who else could it be but Sir Antony Quirino? A man whose age was no longer young but still exuded an aura of leadership."Darling, Olivia has arrived," Granny Claire said softly. The man nodded his head without diverting his attention from the screen. "Please, have a seat," Granny Claire said, while she herself approached her husband and stood behind him to see what had captured his attention. "I told you, don't be too serious," Granny Claire scolded her husband gently."I'm just monitoring the company's stock movements, dear," the man said wearily. "It's not that I don't trust Meizar. It's just that he has been carrying too much workload, and beyond tha
Olivia glanced back at the pages in her hands. The contract Granny Claire had given her was only valid for one year. One year? It wasn't a short amount of time, but when lived through, it would pass by swiftly. Would she be able to bring the father and daughter closer together within that timeframe? And what if she failed? "Do I have to take a leave of absence from college?" she inquired. "The decision is up to you. As long as you can handle the job in Kralligimiz and also deal with Ignazio and Gianna, Granny doesn't think it's necessary," Granny Claire replied. "Granny, what if within that year Olivia's efforts don't bear fruit?" Olivia asked. "We will reconsider, evaluating how much progress you've made by then," this time it was Mr. Antony who answered. "Even if at that time you don't succeed and want to give up, it's fine. At least we have tried. You have tried," Granny Claire replied again. "If within one year you manage to make Ignazio and Gianna close again, like a fath
Olivia turned around and walked back into her room, ignoring a widescreen television that was undoubtedly dazzling to the eyes. She made her way to the bed where she had placed the envelope given to her by Granny Claire.She took the envelope to her study desk, which was adorned with a square screen displaying the bitten apple logo. She wanted to know the secret about Ignazio that Granny Claire had mentioned earlier. As she pulled out the documents, a white flash drive fell out alongside them.Olivia powered up the square screen, placed the documents aside, and chose to inspect the contents of the flash drive first. The drive was divided into several folders. The first folder was labeled "Ignazio-22," the second was titled "Ignazio and Gretta," and the third was named "After Gretta." Her mouse moved and clicked on the "Ignazio-22" folder.Inside the folder, there were a collection of photos and some videos that Olivia sorted through based on the oldest dates. She began her task, exami
Olivia sighed in relief, feeling fortunate that she hadn't rushed into contacting Geremia. She continued reading through the documents, absorbing every piece of information about Ignazio. The papers revealed Ignazio's complete biography: his date of birth, education, and his professional background. If she could whistle, Olivia thought she would have done so right then and there. The man she had encountered in the penthouse was not just a shallow individual; he was an incredibly intelligent and accomplished person.Olivia knew Ignazio was a businessman, but she hadn't realized the extent of his success. The praises Ignazio received about his achievements as the leader of Kralligimiz seemed insufficient compared to the wealth of information she was now reading. Ignazio was not only a producer, composer, talent scout, but had also directed several projects. He was clearly a highly skilled individual. To Olivia's surprise, Ignazio's endeavors extended far beyond Kralligimiz. He had found
Olivia raised her head, gazing at the towering Kralligimiz building in front of her. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm the nervousness that had settled within her.This was her first day working at the large company, and Olivia honestly didn't feel very confident. Not because she doubted her ability to work hard—oh, she was very sure of that. But she lacked confidence in other aspects, different goals that had brought her this far.Pessimistic questions filled her mind. What if Granny Claire's prediction was wrong, and Ignazio never intended to return to Kralligimiz? Weren't there too many memories between Ignazio, Gretta, and Kralligimiz?Gretta might not have been a Kralligimiz artist. But before Ignazio eventually convinced Gretta to marry him, he had pursued her to make his late wife an artist. According to the story Olivia heard from Granny Claire, Gretta had a remarkably sweet voice, and as a producer, Ignazio wanted to promote Gretta as a singer. That's
During lunchtime, they went down to the Kralligimiz cafeteria. Like any regular lunch hour, the extremely spacious cafeteria was almost filled with people. Olivia was momentarily surprised because the people she saw were not ordinary individuals but rather celebrities, actors, and rising singers whose faces she usually only saw on her phone and TV screen.If she couldn't control herself, she might have hysterically cheered, going from table to table asking for autographs. However, Olivia tried to restrain herself, keeping her gaze down so as not to stare and keeping her mouth shut."Isn't that Chatra?" Olivia asked Lorraine.Lorraine, who was putting food on her plate, turned her head in the direction where Olivia was looking. With indifference, Lorraine nodded her head."Is he one of Kralligimiz's alumni singers too?" Olivia asked, curious.Lorraine shook her head. "He's here because of a work contract; he's from a different talent agency. He works under Biantara's Group," Lorraine r
"OLIVIA IS SOUND ASLEEP on Ignazio's chest, her naked body covered only by a thin blanket on the top of the sofa. Ignazio smiles, lowers his head, and gazes at his young wife's face, gently brushing aside the strands of hair covering her face. He tenderly kisses Olivia's forehead, causing the young woman to snuggle even closer, seeking a comfortable position in the not-so-spacious place.Ignazio and his desire. Days without touching Olivia have evidently tormented him. Olivia's body has become his addiction; Ignazio can't imagine anything else when he looks at his wife, except for touching her. Keeping a distance from Olivia these past few nights has been truly agonizing for him, even more so than before they were married.Ignazio spends his nights restless. He chose to separate himself from Olivia, but he is the one suffering. Countless times every night, he leaves his workspace and intentionally goes upstairs just to see Olivia peacefully asleep. Ignazio wants to touch her, unveil t
"WHAT SHOULD I do now?" Olivia asked desperately to her sister, Rianna, as she dropped off Gianna, who wanted to visit her cousin after school.Olivia finally told Rianna about Ignazio, who asked her to return to work at Kralligimiz as his personal assistant, which Olivia refused, citing that there was no one to take care of Gianna if she spent her time working.Olivia was truly confused. She thought that when the issue of the Mama's call was settled, her matters with Ignazio were also settled. But Olivia was wrong.When Gianna enthusiastically talked about having a new mom to her friends and teachers at school, Ignazio behaved coldly toward her. Two nights had passed since their return from Kralligimiz. In front of Gianna, Ignazio acted as if their relationship—Olivia and Ignazio—was fine. He smiled warmly and even chatted with Gianna whenever they were in the same room. However, when they were alone, Ignazi
Before more accusations could come from Ignazio's mouth, Olivia quickly covered his mouth with both of her hands. "Not like that," she said, half whining.Ignazio still looked at her with merged eyebrows, making Olivia feel afraid. The demanding gaze of the man made Olivia's heart pound rapidly due to panic, while her mind was working hard to find the right words to say to Ignazio without offending or angering him.Olivia couldn't afford to lie to him because if she uttered one lie, she would have to weave more lies."So, what is it? Explain," said Ignazio coldly, demanding after Olivia released her hands from his mouth."I..." she began, confused. "I'm not ready to have a child," Olivia answered honestly."Why?" Ignazio demanded, not satisfied."Zio, I'm still too young to have a child," she continued nervously.Ignazio sighed. "And I'm
"But, Zio..." Olivia whispered softly as she felt Ignazio's kiss on her neck."Hmm?" Ignazio asked without moving his lips away from Olivia's neck, sniffing it as if savoring the scent of her body."Until when are we going to be here?" Olivia asked nervously. The remnants of her sanity began to make her anxious about what people might think of their relationship. She really didn't like it when people gossiped about her.Yes, they were already married. Even though their official papers hadn't come out yet, they were still halal to be together whenever and wherever they pleased.Nevertheless, Olivia wasn't ready to answer the questions of those who might see them. Just imagine what Ignazio's receptionist or secretary might think tomorrow when they saw Olivia leaving Ignazio's office in the morning, afternoon, or maybe evening without ever having seen her enter?Or wondering about h
OLIVIA WINCED SOFTLY. She felt aches all over her body. She wanted to get up, but the soreness in her body made her want to curl up longer. Her eyes slowly opened. The first thing she saw was a wide glass window with beautiful tiny rays of light.Is there a fireworks party outside? she asked herself. But those rays of light didn't move like fireworks usually do. Olivia tightened her blanket and chose to gaze at the scenery a little longer."Are you awake?" The soft low-toned question made Olivia realize that she wasn't alone. Memories flooded back to her instantly. Scene after scene she did a few hours ago made Olivia widen her eyes.She turned and saw Ignazio sitting behind her. The man was leaning forward, looking in her direction. His large hands slowly reached out and parted Olivia's hair."Awake now?" he asked again, touching Olivia's forehead with the back of his hand. "Thank goodness, your fev
"What should I call you?" Olivia asked, confused."We're clearly not role-playing as master and servant, are we? You're my wife, so call me by an appropriate term." Ignazio commanded firmly.Olivia fell silent, her mind seemed to be contemplating the right way to address Ignazio. Not wanting the girl to daydream any longer, Ignazio suddenly bent his knees, causing Olivia's body to be pushed, and she screamed, unintentionally calling out "Zio!" loudly due to the surprise."I like that term." Ignazio replied with a smile on his face. "I like it when you call me Zio.""W-what?" Olivia asked, confused."I like it when you address me with the term Zio." he repeated, making Olivia wide-eyed and blush.Another decision they successfully made today was to choose a nickname."So, aren't you going to continue?" Ignazio asked, casting his gaze on th
"M-Meaning?" Olivia asked, bewildered. Ignazio sat on the edge of the bed, smiling. "I mean, surrender yourself to me. Here, right now. I won't take your virginity, Olivia. You'll have to give it to me willingly," he said, still with his mischievous smile, leaving Olivia not only wide-eyed but struggling to swallow hard. "Surrender my virginity?" Olivia asked, confused. Ignazio nodded slowly. "I won't touch you, but you will touch me," he said with a sly smile. "Forget the conventional way where the husband usually takes the wife's virginity. This time, I want you to deflower yourself, with me," Ignazio continued. "B-But how?" Olivia asked, still confused. "I won't touch you, but you will touch me," he repeated, emphasizing his point. "Make love to me, in your own way," Ignazio continued softly. Hearing the word "make love" made Olivia's femininit
The man glanced at Olivia briefly, weighing the decision he needed to make. He then closed all the documents on his computer screen, switched the screen to sleep mode, took his phone, and excused himself from Olivia.Olivia grinned to herself. At least there was someone who felt more nervous and dominated by Ignazio than she did.Taking another deep breath, Olivia approached the door and knocked softly. After waiting for ten seconds without receiving a response, Olivia finally opened the door and found the room empty.Where is Ignazio? She wondered to herself. It couldn't be that the secretary lied to her, right?Olivia glanced at the right side of the wall, where there was a door leading to a special recording room for Ignazio. To outsiders, it looked like a normal wall, but behind one of the bookshelves was an elevator that would take her up to Ignazio's secret chamber.Olivia entered the elevator and pressed the button to go up after taking a deep breath to calm her nerves.The lif
OLIVIA STOOD right in front of the Kralligimiz building. Her head tilted upward as she gazed at the tall structure. It seemed like she had taken a deep breath and exhaled heavily several times. Now, standing in front of the building, her feet felt too heavy to take a step."This isn't right," she mumbled to herself while turning around, intending to walk towards the entrance gate. "But if not now, when else can I talk to Ignazio?" she questioned herself again, turning back to face the building."This is too impulsive," she continued, shaking her head and turning her body once more. "But I've traveled far enough to reach this office; I can't just leave without talking to Ignazio. They need to resolve this 'Papa's Wife' issue and reassure Gianna. Otherwise, Ilya might refuse to come home, especially since the little one's desire is strongly supported by Olivia's sister, Rianna.""If Gianna doesn't want to come back, just let her be. Luna is happy to have Gianna here. Recently, I can't a