Olivia gazed at her reflection in front of the dressing room mirror at the boutique, rendered speechless. "Olivia, are you done?" Xaverio shouted impatiently from outside the dressing room. "X, I'm not sure about this outfit. Are there any other options?" Olivia yelled back, examining her appearance. "What's wrong with that outfit?" Xaverio inquired. "This is too..." Olivia couldn't find the words. "Come out, let me see," Xaverio commanded. Olivia took a deep breath and exhaled quickly. It's not that she didn't like the outfit Xaverio had chosen. She loved it. It was plain white with feather embellishments on the front. The problem was that the dress was too revealing, not only showing Olivia's arms and neck but also her shoulders and upper chest, supported only by very thin spaghetti straps. "Olivia..." Xaverio impatiently called her, and Olivia reluctantly opened the dressing room door to show her appearance. "Wow..." Xaverio whistled and looked at Olivia in amazement. "I can'
Ignazio sat in the chair, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Once again, he had made a mistake, unintentionally hurting Olivia once more. Why couldn't he act maturely? Nothing had happened between him and Ayeleen, Ignazio boldly swore. Yes, they had kissed that night, and Ignazio had deliberately responded to figure out his own feelings. But after that, nothing had occurred. Instead of feeling passionate, Ignazio felt repulsed by himself. Both Ayeleen and Olivia were still young. The age difference between them and Ignazio was considerable. Both were beautiful and captivating, yet Ignazio felt no attraction to Ayeleen. When he kissed Ayeleen, all that lingered in his mind was Olivia. After the incident in the parking lot, Ignazio escorted Ayeleen to her apartment out of a sense of responsibility. Subsequently, he went straight back to his parents' home, spending the remainder of the night in the room Olivia had vacated. Several surprising events unfolded in the days that followe
Olivia woke up with a throbbing headache. She opened her eyes and immediately closed them again because the harsh light made her eyes hurt. "Where am I?" she wondered to herself. Olivia tried to adjust her vision and slowly sat up. Her head throbbed strongly, and suddenly she felt nauseous. She got out of bed and headed to find the bathroom. Fortunately, she found it before she could vomit. Nothing came out, adding to her distress. Olivia turned on the tap and splashed water on her face before sitting down on the closed toilet, folding her arms, and holding her head with both hands. "What happened?" she asked herself. Olivia looked at her clothes and remembered wearing them at the party the night before. "What happened at the party? And why am I ending up here?" Olivia stood up and returned to the room with a heavy head. She tried to remember the events of the party, and her last memory was seeing Ignazio and Ayeleen at the party. Vaguely, she remembered Ignazio carrying her as
Olivia has changed her uniform to casual attire. She glances at herself in the mirror. She's not the elegant, expensive-dressed woman from last night, nor is she the casually dressed boutique type like Ayeleen earlier this afternoon. However, she's not in shabby clothes either. Despite wearing affordable, off-the-rack clothes, Olivia is discerning in choosing fabrics and is adept at taking care of them. Olivia arrives at the location Ayeleen mentioned a while later. She takes a deep breath before pushing the thick, gold-framed glass door in front of her. The staff of the upscale restaurant looks at Olivia with a judgmental gaze, suspecting that she might have entered the wrong place with her seemingly inexpensive outfit. "I have an appointment with Ayeleen," says Olivia, somewhat annoyed by the woman's scrutinizing look, guessing she's in her early thirties. The woman nods, still with a disdainful expression, then guides Olivia to an empty private room. "Miss Ayeleen said she aske
Olivia continued to keep her distance from Ignazio, even at Rianna's pregnancy party. She deliberately avoided making eye contact with him. Olivia purposefully stayed away from family gatherings if Ignazio was there, even though, until now, such gatherings had been something she enjoyed. In the time leading up to their trip to Manhattan, Olivia tried to find an opportunity to talk to Claire without visiting her residence or encountering Ignazio. The only chance she had was at Rianna's event. After the party, Olivia asked Claire for some private time, and without much preamble, Claire invited her to talk in the Altezza office. "What's the matter, Olivia?" Mrs. Claire asked without beating around the bush. "Granny, there's something I need to tell you about Ayeleen," Olivia began the conversation. "What is it?" Mrs. Claire asked in her calm tone. "Ayeleen came to see me and said that she wants to marry Sir Ignazio." Olivia observed Claire's reaction, but as she always suspected, t
Olivia tried not to dwell on her conversation with Claire from the past. It clearly disturbed her, but she attempted to push those thoughts aside and chose to focus on her work. She continued attending her classes as usual, alternating between staying at the residence of Altezza-Adaline and Flavia-Gladwin. She made an effort to close her ears to any information about Ignazio, Gianna, or Ayeleen. However, no matter how hard she tried to avoid information, it still found its way to her. "Hanna said Gianna told her that she doesn't like her aunt," Hanna mentioned one afternoon when Olivia and her two foster siblings had arranged to meet at a mall for a meal. "Gianna said she prefers to play with Olivia rather than her aunt. She also asked me why Olivia doesn't live with her anymore. I told her I would ask Olivia when we meet." Did Gianna really say something like that? But clearly, both Hanna and Gianna were still innocent children. It wasn't possible for them to lie or play roles,
"Up until now, I'm still curious. Why did Olivia just leave your house like that?" Rayyan asked Meizar, his cousin's older brother. The youngest sibling of Ignazio. "Why are you asking me? I haven't lived at mom's house for a long time," Meizar replied curtly. "If there's anything to ask, it's your dad and Zio you should be talking to." Meizar said to Rayyan. "What do you mean?" Rayyan asked back, while his older brother and other cousins—Geremia, Luca, Zello—just sat quietly, paying attention. "People at home say your dad forced Olivia to leave our house. They don't know the reason, but your dad seemed angry when he took Olivia out." "Did Dad say anything to you, Bro?" Rayyan asked his eldest brother. "Dad often discusses things with you; did he never talk about Olivia's issues with you?" Geremia glanced at his brother for a moment before redirecting his attention elsewhere. "Even if there was, it's not my place to talk about it. It's Dad's, Ignazio's, and Olivia's business." Ge
The main catfight between Olivia and the Antony-Claire family couldn't be avoided because unavoidable circumstances arose. It was the marriage of Rayyan Quirino and Elara Fulton. Olivia felt quite surprised to receive a sudden notification that the two of them were getting married. Either she had been too indifferent or too self-absorbed to notice any difference between them. Or perhaps everything just happened too quickly. Olivia knew that Rayyan decided to leave his parents' residence to avoid unpleasant rumors, the same reason Olivia was allowed to leave the Antony-Claire residence, but she didn't expect the original reason was love. "Finally, the playboy has repented too," quipped Falisha, Rayyan's older sister right next to Olivia. Olivia looked at her with a puzzled expression. "If Rayyan gets married, that means there's only one playboy left in our family. And I'm sure he won't take long to repent either." She said with a sweet smile on her face. One more? Olivia asked hersel
"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