Since that night, Olivia has really kept her distance from Ignazio. At the office, she tries to communicate with Ignazio as briefly as she can. And at home, she also tries not to be in the same room alone with him. Only on the weekends, when she attends her classes, does Olivia feel like she can finally breathe.But if Olivia can breathe easy, it's a different story for Ignazio. Over the past few days, he feels exhausted constantly playing cat and mouse with Olivia. She acts so cold towards him and even avoids making eye contact, but instead of quelling his desire, it only makes his thoughts run wild.The fantasy of being intimate with Olivia at the office whenever there's a chance makes Ignazio physically sick. And when he's at home, imagining trapping Olivia in her room or her returning to her room frustrates him. Ignazio truly feels like a sex maniac, and he suffers because of it.Now, with Olivia not at home because she has to go to campus, and who knows how long she'll be gone, i
Olivia entered the house through the back alley as usual. Even though she had to take a rather long detour, she didn't mind because she felt that she belonged there, to the servant class. She wasn't part of the core family and felt it inappropriate to enter through the front like everyone else. With a throbbing headache, she greeted the housekeeper who happened to be there. Olivia grabbed a glass and filled it with warm water. "Are you okay?" Mrs. Eli, a woman in her mid-forties, asked with a concerned look. Olivia smiled and nodded. "I'm fine, Mrs. Eli. I think I'm coming down with the flu," Olivia replied honestly. Her nose felt itchy, her throat hurt, and the throbbing in her head made Olivia sure that she had caught the flu virus that was currently spreading on campus. "Do you want some medicine?" Mrs. Eli asked again. Olivia nodded. Olivia approached Mrs. Eli, who was looking for the medicine, and accepted it. "This medicine makes you sleepy; if you have any assignments left
Ignazio's eyes searched for tissues to wipe away the sweat, as his hands were clearly not enough to dry it. He walked to the study table and found a large pack of tissues, bringing it back to the bed. Slowly, Ignazio continued to wipe Olivia's face and neck. The girl was still restlessly murmuring in her sleep. Judging by the sweat flooding her face and neck, Ignazio was sure that her whole body must be drenched in sweat. "Olivia?" Ignazio called her again, but Olivia didn't respond at all. This made Ignazio furrow his brow. Olivia was usually a fairly sensitive girl and not difficult to wake up, but this time, she seemed entirely undisturbed by Ignazio's calls and touches. Ignazio stood up, walked towards where Olivia's clothes were, and frowned to himself. What was he doing? What would he replace Olivia's wet clothes with? Feeling somewhat lost, Ignazio decided to leave Olivia's room and enter his own. He searched for his clothes to put on Olivia, and afterwards, he rushed downst
"You don't like looking at me until you kick me out, so I assume you also don't like what I just did to you," he said, reaching for the second top button of the shirt. "Not like this. I didn't ask you to change my clothes, but not like this, Sir. Please, don't," Olivia pleaded, holding Ignazio's hand to prevent him from unbuttoning her shirt. "So, you don't mind what I did?" Ignazio asked, and Olivia shook her head. Reluctantly, she had to give in. "Do you still want me to leave then? Because if you do, I'll still take this shirt with me because I don't want to lend it to you." "Sir, I will return it, but..." "I want to take it off just like when I put it on," Ignazio insisted and brushed away Olivia's hand that was holding his. Not forcefully, but with enough strength to make Olivia's hand slip away. "Sir..." "If you don't want me to take it off, then you can't kick me out, and I will stay here as long as I want," Ignazio said with a determined gaze. Feeling dizzy again, Olivi
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" The panicked shout accompanied by the banging on the door made Ignazio instantly shield Olivia behind his body. Olivia trembled behind Ignazio; she knew that voice too well, and it truly frightened her. Meanwhile, Ignazio was surprised by the unexpected morning visitor. "U-Uncle? What is Uncle doing here?" Ignazio asked, astonished, addressing his father's younger cousin. "Who's the person behind you, Ignazio?" The man turned back to Ignazio, asking in a low voice that sent shivers down the spines of both Ignazio and Olivia. "This... She..." "Don't hide her from me," his uncle ordered with clenched teeth. "Uncle... she..." Uncle Ignazio approached quickly, gripping Ignazio's arm and pulling him to stand so that the seventy-year-old man could see the person Ignazio was hiding. "How could..." the man asked, eyes wide with shock and glistening with tears. "I-I'm sorry, Grandpa. I beg your forgiveness," Olivia whispered. The girl lowered her gaze with tears
Olivia brought items that she considered important. She packed quickly, putting in her textbooks and her old clothes that she didn't really need to bother packing because they had been stored in the large suitcase her foster brother gave her a long time ago. She deliberately put those clothes back into the suitcase after Granny Claire bought her new ones when she decided to take on the job as an assistant at Kralligimiz. The reason Olivia did this was because she felt that her worn-out clothes didn't go well with the expensive branded clothes that Granny Claire bought for her. Just like her current feelings, feeling unworthy to be alongside Ignazio, whose level she believed was far above hers. Olivia struggled to pull the super-large suitcase. Her small body was not as strong as needed to carry a suitcase that was almost half her height. What was actually making the suitcase feel heavy for her to pull? The books inside that became a burden, or her heart, which was not entirely willi
A party meant a family gathering. And wouldn't that mean Olivia would meet Ignazio again? Or would he not attend the event? Olivia didn't want to think about it. Olivia had dinner in the main house, forced by Ivana. She initially refused to have dinner, claiming she didn't want to risk infecting other family members, but Ivana insisted, saying that Hanna and Liam Watkinson—Ivana's husband—wanted Olivia to be there and eat with them. Olivia lost her appetite even though her favorite foods were on the table. She only spoke when asked, afraid to speak and even to lift her head. Olivia felt guilty and embarrassed, especially towards her foster father who, at that time, didn't say anything and chose to listen to his granddaughter's story. After dinner, Olivia excused herself and returned to the back house. As she sat on a chair outside the house, the sound of footsteps approaching made Olivia tense. Adaline appeared with a hot mug in her hand, smiling and opening the wooden gate, stepp
Part 35"The days that passed felt so long and, one could say, boring. Ignazio's parents didn't talk much when they returned from vacation and realized that Olivia was no longer in their residence. This was in stark contrast to Gianna, who continuously questioned where Olivia was and when the girl would return.Ignazio couldn't provide an answer because he himself didn't know what to say. He even felt embarrassed to face his parents, although both of them didn't comment on anything and could only calm Gianna, explaining that Olivia now lived at Granny Gisna's house because Granny Gisna needed her."There's already Elara, why does Granny Adaline want Olivia too?" Gianna asked innocently."Because Olivia is Granny Adaline and Grandpa Altezza's granddaughter," came the response from Meizar, Ignazio's youngest brother, who came to their parents' residence for breakfast. Meizar's answer made Gianna upset to the point that the little girl pouted."Now, what about Lorraine? She's gone, and O
"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