Olivia's POVthe secret I carried sat heavy on my chest. I had spent the entire night staring at my phone, my fingers hovering over the pictures I had taken of the file in Leonardo's office. The proof was there-Marcus was working with Alicia and Victor.I wanted to believe that Leonardo didn't know. That he wasn't hiding this from me. But the doubt gnawed at me, whispering in my mind.If he knew, why hadn't he told me?The thought sent a shiver down my spine.Leonardo had always been my safe place, the one person I thought I could trust no matter what. But Alicia had already planted seeds of doubt between us, and now, this secret was threatening to grow into something even worse.I needed answers.And I needed them now.Leonardo was still asleep when I slipped out of bed. The penthouse was quiet, the early morning sun casting long shadows on the floor as I walked to the kitchen.I poured myself a cup of tea, trying to steady my nerves. My hands shook as I lifted the cup to my lips.
Chapter 85: The Breaking PointLeonardo's POVThe moment I walked into the penthouse, I knew something was wrong. Olivia was sitting on the couch, her back straight, her hands gripping her phone so tightly her knuckles had turned white.Her eyes flicked up to me, filled with something I couldn't quite place. Fear? Anger?"Where were you?" she asked, her voice calm but too controlled.I frowned, setting my keys down. "I had a meeting.""With Marcus?"I stilled. "Yes."She exhaled sharply, standing up. "Did you tell me everything about him, Leonardo? About his connection to Alicia and Victor?"My heart sank.She knew.I took a step toward her, but she took one back."Olivia-""I met with Marcus," she said, her voice unsteady. "I wanted answers, and he gave them to me."I clenched my jaw. "And what did he say?"She let out a bitter laugh. "That he's been working with Alicia and Victor. That he's been playing both sides."I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "I know."Her eyes widened,
Chapter 86: The Final TrapOlivia's POVThe folder sat on the table between us, a small but powerful weapon. The documents inside held the proof we needed to take Alicia down. But I knew her well enough to understand one thing-she wouldn't go down without a fight.Leonardo sat across from me, his hands clasped together, his gaze fixed on the papers. The tension in his body was clear, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with determination."This is enough to ruin her," he said, his voice steady.I nodded, but the unease in my chest didn't fade. "She won't just sit back and let this happen. We need to be careful."Leonardo reached for my hand, his grip firm. "We will be. But we have to move fast. If she plants her fake documents before we release the real ones, it'll be harder to prove the truth."I swallowed hard. "So, what do we do next?"He exhaled slowly. "We set a trap."We needed to be smart. If we went straight to the authorities, Alicia would find a way to twist the narrative. She wa
Chapter 87: The Storm ReturnsOlivia's POVI had barely caught my breath from Alicia's downfall, and now a new threat was looming over us.Victor Navarro.The name itself sent chills down my spine. I didn't know much about him, but the way Marcus had spoken made it clear-he was powerful, and he was dangerous.I sat on the bed, my fingers gripping the blanket as I replayed Marcus's warning in my head.Victor doesn't like losing. He won't let this go.Leonardo was pacing across the room, his face hard with frustration. "I should have known Victor wouldn't stay quiet. He's been working in the shadows for years. He won't stop until he gets what he wants."I swallowed hard. "And what does he want?"Leonardo stopped pacing and turned to me. "Control. Power. He lost influence when Alicia went down, and now he wants to prove he's still a threat."I clenched my fists. "Then we stop him before he can hurt us."Leonardo sat beside me, taking my hand. "This fight won't be like Alicia. Victor isn'
Chapter 88: Second chance of revenge Olivia's POVThe message on my phone sent a chill through me."It ends tonight."Victor Navarro had made his move.I looked at Leonardo, my pulse racing. His grip on my hand was tight, his jaw clenched. I could see the fury in his eyes, but beneath it was something else-determination."This is it," Leonardo said, his voice calm but deadly. "We end this tonight."I nodded, swallowing hard. "What's the plan?"Daniel and Harris stood by the large table, going over the latest reports. The security cameras showed Victor's men still circling the penthouse and Leonardo's office."He's waiting for us to act," Harris said. "He wants to control the battlefield."Leonardo scoffed. "Then we take the battlefield away from him."We moved quickly.Leonardo and Daniel worked on securing legal action against Victor. The leaked evidence had already damaged his reputation, but now we needed the final blow."We have a warrant ready," Daniel said. "The authorities ju
Chapter 89: No more waiting Olivia's POVI woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing.At first, I ignored it, burying my face in the pillow, hoping for just a few more minutes of peace. But the buzzing didn't stop.Sighing, I reached for my phone.Unknown Number.A chill ran down my spine.I hesitated before answering. "Hello?"Silence.Then, a voice I hadn't heard in weeks."Alicia is back."Marcus.I sat up immediately, my heart pounding. "What?""She's out," Marcus said. "So is Victor."My fingers tightened around the phone. "That's not possible. The evidence-""Wasn't enough," Marcus cut in. "Her father pulled some strings. The charges were dropped."I swallowed hard, my stomach twisting.Alicia and Victor were free.I was still trying to process Marcus's words when the doorbell rang.Leonardo was in the shower, so I got up, walking cautiously to the door.A security guard stood there, a small envelope in his hands."This was left outside," he said. "No return address."My blood r
Chapter 90: My Truth Olivia's POVThe package sat on the table, unopened.I knew what was inside. More threats. More ways to break me.I stared at it, my fingers curling into fists. The last time Alicia had sent something, it had been pictures-proof that she was watching me.But this time, I could feel it was worse.Leonardo sat across from me, his jaw tight, his hands resting on the table. He hadn't touched the package either.Neither of us wanted to be the first to open it.Finally, he exhaled sharply and reached forward. He tore the envelope open and pulled out the contents.His face darkened as he flipped through the pages.I felt my breath catch. "What is it?"He didn't answer right away. His fingers tightened around the paper, his knuckles turning white.Then, he slid one of the pages toward me.I picked it up, my stomach twisting as I read the headline."Olivia : The Woman Who Destroyed Leonardo Gael?"The article was fake-I could see that right away. But the words still cut d
Chapter 91: Alicia's Last ChanceAlicia's POVI sat in my penthouse, staring at the news article in front of me."Alicia Hayes Exposed: Former Ally Confirms Her Lies."Everywhere I looked, my name was being dragged through the mud. Olivia and Leonardo had turned the press against me. Even Marcus, that traitor, had betrayed me.They thought they had won.They thought they had destroyed me.I let out a slow breath, setting the newspaper aside.Victor stood by the window, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. He hadn't said much since the press conference.Finally, he chuckled. "They played well."I shot him a glare. "I don't need your compliments, Victor."He smirked. "Then what do you need?"I clenched my fists. "A plan."Victor took a sip of his drink, studying me. "We could run."I scoffed. "I don't run."His smirk widened. "Good answer."As if the day couldn't get worse, my father decided to pay me a visit.Mr. Hayes walked into the penthouse without knocking, his cold blue eyes
Chapter 159: Growing TogetherOlivia's POV"Mommy! Can I go play outside?" Lily's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.I turned to find her standing by the back door, already in her sneakers, her backpack slung over her shoulder as though she was ready for an adventure."Did you finish your chores first?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.Lily made a face but nodded. "Yes, Mommy. I made my bed, and I put away my books."I smiled. "Alright, go ahead. But make sure to stay close, okay?"She grinned and ran outside, her blonde hair streaming behind her. Ethan, who had been playing with his toy cars on the floor, looked up at me."Mommy, can I go outside too?"I knelt down to his level, brushing a stray curl from his face. "After breakfast, sweetie."He pouted but nodded, his little lips pulling into a tight line as he held up his toy truck.I went back to the kitchen, turning off the stove and preparing to set the table. Just as I placed the last plate down, I felt a pair of strong arms wrap
Chapter 158: A Life of LoveOlivia’s POVThe afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting soft golden hues over the yard. I stood by the kitchen sink, watching through the window as Leonardo played outside with our daughter. Their laughter echoed in the crisp air, blending with the rustling of leaves.She sat perched on his shoulders, her tiny hands gripping his hair as he ran in circles, pretending to be a horse.“Faster, Daddy!” she squealed.Leonardo groaned dramatically. “Princess, Daddy is getting old.”She giggled, tapping his head. “No, you’re not! You’re strong like a superhero!”I smiled, my heart swelling.This was our life now. Simple, filled with love.No more running. No more looking over our shoulders. Just us.I wiped my hands on a towel and made my way outside. The air was crisp, the scent of pine and fresh grass wrapping around me.Leonardo spotted me first. A slow grin spread across his lips. “Look who finally decided to join us.”Our daughter gasped. “Mommy,
Chapter 157: A Love That LastsOlivia’s POVThe sound of soft laughter echoed through the cabin as I stepped into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from my eyes. The morning sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a golden glow over the wooden floors. The air smelled of fresh coffee and something sweet—pancakes, maybe.I followed the scent, my heart warming at the sight before me.Leonardo stood at the stove, shirtless, wearing only loose pajama pants. His dark hair was still tousled from sleep, and the muscles in his back flexed as he flipped a pancake with effortless ease. But what made me smile the most was the little girl sitting on the counter beside him, her tiny hands clapping together as she watched her father cook."Again, Daddy!" she giggled.Leonardo grinned and spun the spatula between his fingers before tossing the pancake into the air. It flipped twice before landing perfectly back in the pan."Like that, princess?" he asked.She nodded enthusiastically, her brown cur
Chapter 156: EpilogueOlivia’s POVThe mountain air was crisp as I stood on the wooden balcony, gazing at the endless stretch of pine trees below. The sun had just dipped behind the peaks, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. The wind whispered through the branches, carrying with it the clean scent of rain and earth.It was quiet here. Peaceful.Safe.For the first time in months, I could breathe without fear coiling around my throat. The Russo family was gone. Matteo Russo was dead. The house, the network, the legacy—destroyed. Harris had confirmed it with photos and reports. There was no one left to hunt us. No shadows lurking behind cameras. No footsteps echoing in the night.Leonardo stepped onto the balcony beside me, two mugs of coffee in hand. He handed me one, then wrapped his free arm around my waist, pulling me into his warmth."Thinking again?" he asked softly.I leaned against him, feeling his steady heartbeat through his sweater. "Always."He kissed the top
Final Chapter(155)Leonardo’s POVThe sharp sound of footsteps echoed through the stairwell as Olivia and I sprinted toward the exit. Smoke burned my throat, and every muscle in my body screamed for rest, but we couldn’t stop. Not now. Not with Matteo Russo closing in.We reached the ground floor and burst through the emergency exit into the alley. The cold night air hit me like a slap. I scanned the shadows for movement, gun raised. Olivia stood beside me, her eyes wide and wild.The phone in my pocket buzzed again.Another message.“You can’t run forever.”I gritted my teeth and shoved the phone back into my jacket. "He’s playing with us," I muttered.Olivia’s voice shook. "He’s just a kid, Leonardo.""No," I said, scanning the rooftops. "He stopped being a kid the moment Victor put a gun in his hand."She hugged herself, shivering. I placed a hand on her arm, grounding her. "We end this tonight.""How?" she asked.I didn’t have an answer.The phone buzzed again.I hesitated, then
Chapter 154Olivia’s POVThe smell of smoke lingered in the air as I stood beside Leonardo, staring at the burning ruins of the Russo compound. The flames crackled, devouring the walls, the floors—everything Matteo Russo had built to continue his father’s legacy.But the weight in my chest wouldn’t lift. The fire might’ve destroyed the compound, but the memories remained. The sight of Matteo’s small body hitting the floor haunted me. His lifeless eyes. The blood spreading across his shirt.He’d been just a boy. A boy raised to hate, to kill, to continue the twisted family tradition. And Leonardo had been forced to pull the trigger."Olivia," Leonardo said softly, his voice pulling me from my thoughts.I blinked, realizing I’d been clutching my arms so tightly that my nails had dug into my skin. I loosened my grip. "Yeah?""We need to go. The police will be here soon."I gave a shaky nod.Leonardo took my hand, guiding me toward the car parked beyond the tree line. The headlights wer
Chapter 153:Leonardo’s POVThe photograph of the baby lay on the table, the words "Blood runs deep" scrawled across the back in thick red ink. Olivia sat beside me, her eyes locked on the image as though it might come to life. My own thoughts churned like a storm, each one darker than the last.Victor Russo had a son. An heir. A child born into a legacy of violence and manipulation."We didn’t know," Olivia whispered, voice trembling. "We thought we ended the family."I ran a hand down my face, exhaustion pressing against my skull. "Victor always had contingency plans. We underestimated him.""But how?" she asked. "We dug into every aspect of his life. There was nothing about a kid.""Because he wanted it that way." I stood and paced the length of the living room. "Victor was always obsessed with bloodlines. Family. Legacy. Of course, he’d hide a child until he was ready to use him."Olivia rubbed her arms. "He looked so...calm. That boy at the door. Like he wasn’t scared at all.""
Chapter 152: LEONARDO!Leonardo's pov.The timer stopped at 00:59.Olivia dropped the knife and collapsed against me, sobbing. I held her tightly.Harris groaned. "Did...we win?"I glanced at Victor’s body. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling."Yeah," I said. "We won."Harris’s team arrived within minutes. They removed the bomb and secured the mansion. Harris, bruised but breathing, sat on the porch while medics checked his vitals.Olivia and I stood nearby, watching the sunrise paint the sky in soft oranges and pinks."It’s really over," she whispered.I wrapped my arm around her. "This time, it is."She leaned into me. "No more running?""No more running," I promised.The Russo family was gone.And we were finally free.Olivia’s POVThe morning sunlight crept across the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the Gael estate. The warmth should have brought comfort, a sense of peace after the nightmare we’d survived. But as I stood on the porch beside Leonardo, the weight of what
Chapter 151:Leonardo’s POVThe headlights sliced through the dark as I sped away from the cemetery, my knuckles white against the steering wheel. Olivia sat beside me, silent, her body rigid with fear. The message on my phone echoed in my mind:“The devil doesn’t die.”Victor Russo was alive. Or someone who looked and sounded exactly like him.I didn’t believe in ghosts. But I knew the Russos were capable of almost anything. Victor had faked his death once already. Why not twice?"Leonardo," Olivia said softly.I glanced at her, her face pale in the dim light. "Yeah?""How...how is this possible?" Her voice cracked. "We saw his body. We saw the coroner’s report."I didn’t have an answer. I’d held Victor’s cold wrist to check for a pulse that day. I’d seen the bullet hole in his forehead. But tonight...I’d seen him standing beneath the trees, breathing, smiling."We’re missing something," I said finally. "Something big."She hugged herself. "What if it really was him?"I gritted my t