Chapter Nineteen

Olivia

He opened the car door and held out his hand for me to take, but I declined and got out of the car by myself. My mother, father, and sister would be there, so even though I didn't want to, I had to go.

The devil continued putting his hand on my waist, and as soon as I got out of the car, I nearly fell on those heels.

"Be careful, chipmunk!" He actually smiled.

But what shocked me was the fact that he called me 'chipmunk', and it was the same sound as Daniel’s. No one apart from Daniel called  'chipmunk', and no one knew. It was between us.

"Come on, smile a little, there will be plenty of sea food for you to taste it and change your mood." He continued pushing me lightly by my lower back and taking my hand on his.

And I didn't decline, not just because there were intimidating men with firearms at the party, but also because I was too astonished to really comprehend what was going on. I never mentioned to Clyde Harrison that I like trying new foods or that I enjoyed eating seafood. Since my father isn't even aware of my favorite meal, I doubt he provided that information. Every dinner, I had to remind him that I don't eat rice or anything made with it.

"Are you okay baby?" My mom's voice brought me out of my thoughts.

I didn't even realize we had met our family and mister Harrison shook hands with my father excusing himself as he walked towards a bunch of people.

"Yeah, yes. How are you?" I forced a smile, hugging my mother.

But my eyes remained on Clyde’s figure. Even the way he walked, was the same, only that he was bigger and with more muscles. I must have gone crazy, or maybe I was still drunk, from the other night. I shook my head trying to remove those thoughts.

"I have the information that you're looking for." My dad put his hand on my shoulder distancing ourselves from mom and Amara.

"What kind of information?" I rolled my eyes, distancing myself from him.

"How your friend died." My dad had a grin on his face, like he won a prize.

"Let me guess. So you will give me the information if I make a deal to stay married to Clyde Harrison?" I raised my eyebrow, smiling at the fact that I knew my dad better than he thought.

I tried to leave and abandon that conversation but my dad stopped me by grabbing my arm.

"This is the kind of information you can't find on your own, because your friend's death is a bit peculiar. " My father whispered near me, not letting go of my arm.

"What do you mean?" I became curious, what did he mean by peculiar?"

“Because he was murdered Olivia. Who knows in what dirty business he got himself, but he was tortured and murdered. When they found his body his face was unrecognizable, beaten and burned." My father continued and panic started embracing my body.

My heart was beating so fast that I thought it would burst from my chest.

"There is no way, he would never.That can't be him."

I shook my head breathing with difficulty as he finally pulled his hand away.

"Don't make any scenes in here. Don't you dare cry or embarrass us. I have his photos in my phone if you want to see them. But you will have to stay married to Clyde Harrison."

He was speaking, but I was trying so hard not to cry. That can't be true, he can't be murdered.

"I want to see the pictures." I spoke fast, I wanted to get out of there.

"You'll have to sign this first." My dad took out his jacket's pocket a letter and a pen putting it on one of the tables with food near us.

As I tried to read ,The letters kept playing tricks on my eyes .As my dad sent me the photos on my phone, I simply put my firm there and agreed to any condition he had put in. I rushed up to find a bathroom so I could see them alone. After making sure no one was there, I shut the door and took a seat with my back against the wall.

I clicked on the first photo while my hands were shaking because I could see how horribly his face had been altered. It wasn't Daniel, but he seemed familiar. Daniel's body was slender, whereas he was large and muscular. Additionally, Daniel had a little, heart-shaped mole on his shoulder. I was captivated by him, therefore I understood all of his physical characteristics except for his waist and lower body. I noticed and recalled every feature of him because I loved him so much. That body wasn’t of Daniel . I wasn't sure if I was feeling delight or relief, or perhaps I was just hoping he was still alive. However, why did he stage his own death?

I wiped my eyes, I didn't know if those were happy tears but my eyes were red. I reapplied some make up trying to cover the fact that I had cried before getting out of there.

A very scary man was making his way into the hall of the restroom as I tried to pass to his side without him noticing me but he put his hand on the wall blocking me with his arm.

"Have you been crying little bird? Isn't your husband paying you enough attention?" He kept looking at me in a disgusting way.

I flinched when he touched the end of my hair strand and hit his hand to make him go away. But his eyes darkened as he growled, the smell of alcohol making me cough.

"You want it rough, kitten?" I closed my eyes begging for Clyde to find me.

Please God. I refused to let myself get raped, even though it was going to happen. I searched my sides for something to strike him with, and I noticed a vase on my right side. I grabbed it and struck him across the face. Although the vase broke, it wasn't powerful enough to injure him. I used that as a distraction and used my knee to kick him in the balls before scurrying off in those heels.

He dropped on his knees and cursed me.

I needed to find Clyde fast.