Chapter One
#Ibwt Olivia took a deep breath and checked the timepiece clasped onto her wrist. It was exactly 12pm. Alex Maldov was scheduled to be at the ‘Gentleman’s pub’ at exactly this time, courtesy of his chef who managed to give her a heads up for her favorite purse in return as a reward. She took a deep breath, trying her best to muster up enough courage as her grip tightened around the handle of her suitcase. Finally she took a step forward towards the entrance, the brewed up courage was short lived as she was stopped by the huge guard at the door. “Name and Business??” “O-Olivia,” She stuttered for a moment, he was just so incredulously huge that it shattered every being of her confidence, “Olivia Camden. I’m a fashion designer and— “Yeah and I’m a Nobel prize winning author,” He retorted with the highest form of sarcasm, “What do you want lady??” She stepped back a little bit, unappreciative of his tone but still scared to get pummelled ,she cleared her throat and looked up at him, “I’m here to see your boss.” He sniffled, “I have a lot of bosses and I’m running out of patience. State your business here or beat it lady.” “I’m here to see Alex Maldov. He has unfinished business with my father.” With a frown on her face she responded. “And your father is??” “Charles Camden.” “Who the fuck is Charles—“ He paused for a moment and his left brow rose, “Are you talking about Big C??” She hated when they called him that, ‘Big C’, knowing her father was a man on the shorter end. It was a name tagged as a form of mockery and she loathed being referred to as the daughter of Big C, he on the other hand loves the name but knowing Charles Camden…he wasn’t a man known for making good decisions. “Yes,” she finally answered, “Can I see your boss now?” The guard nodded he stepped to the side ushering her in with a faint smile on his face that made her even more annoyed. She regained her poise and went into the building, although her heart thumped as fast as she could run a hundred meter race she stood strong and ready to face the devil himself—the mafia boss whom her father was indebted to. Alex Maldov was surprisingly handsome contrary to what the rumors pictured him as—a haggard looking being with a hunchback and the temper of a thousand lions, he was also depicted to have a huge scar gliding across his face and a mouth with cold sores around the rim. Seated right in front of her was a whole different man—a beautiful man she might add, with the shiniest hair she’d ever seen on a male human. It threw her off balance a little bit, how strikingly handsome he was but this wasn’t what she was here for. “It’s nice to meet you Mr Maldov. My name is—- “Who is this??” He turned to the man standing right behind her, ignoring her existence at the moment which almost made her die of embarrassment.. She turned around and realised the huge guard standing that behind her, his presence went unnoticed and that struck a nerve of fear in her veins. “She’s Big C’s daughter sir.” The guard replied. She frowned as she corrected, “Charles Camden’s daughter. Olivia. My name is Olivia.” Alex uncrossed his long legs and sat upright, finally he took off his glasses to see the woman standing right in front of him—as annoyed as he was being interrupted from his quiet time, he couldn’t help but like what he was seeing right in front of him. “Your father owes me big time Liv.” He said as he poured himself a glass of wine, gesturing to the chair adjacent to him, “Sit.” Her eyes darted towards the chair and back, “No thanks.” He frowned, “If I say sit, you sit. Miss Olivia, please sit.” Something about his deep voice sent chills down her spine, she was a hardheaded woman with a lot of pride but she knew danger when it crossed her path. Underneath the pretty eyes of the handsome man seated in front of her, was a cold blooded mafia boss and killer who ruled the underground of the city. “Good girl,” he cooed, she didn’t like that, “What can I do for you today beautiful?” He called her beautiful. He wasn’t the first man to call her that, but he was the first man to make her jittery at such a compliment. A lump formed in her throat as she placed the briefcase on the table. Alex’s brow puckered in question as he signalled the guard to open the case—-alas! It was multiple wads of cash arranged in an orderly fashion , hundred dollar notes to be precise. “I’m here to pay my father’s debt.” She finally announced. Alex was amused. Almost moved to a boisterous laughter but a slight snicker escaped him instead, “You are one funny woman liv.” “It’s Olivia.” “How much is in there Liv?” He asked, not paying heed to her words. Olivia was starting to like him less and les by the passing minute. She gulped hard, suddenly the room felt tepid even though there was a whole conditioning unit right above them, “It’s uh-it’s- “Speak up.” There was a shift in ambience, all of a sudden she felt a dark aura wrapped around her body which made her hairs frigid, she was warm and yet still felt chills in her veins, “Two hundred grand.” she finally answered. Alex didn’t laugh. Amused, but he didn’t laugh. Instead a deep scowl appeared on his face, he laid back and crossed his leg signaling the guard to do away with the case. Olivia’s throat felt super dry as she watched him take away the case which was basically half of her savings, she carefully evaded making eye contact with the boss—one wrong move and she might get killed, she could only hope. “How much did your father say he owes me?” “He didn’t. I just guessed this would be enough.” Now he chuckled softly, unfortunately she found his perturbing silence less dangerous than his laugh, “You thought two hundred was enough??” “It….it should,” she stuttered, “Right?” “No kitten.” He responded, “He owes me more.” “More?!!,” She cried out, “What business could he have possibly done with your lowly self to owe you more than almost a quarter million?!!” “A business where he double crossed me and lost me more than a million.” He was now serious, “Your father is in great shape out of my great respect for him kitten. I’ll take your two hundred grand as a means of appreciation of my lenience, next time he wouldn’t be so lucky—tell Charles I’m coming for him soon.” He gestured towards the door, “You may leave now beautiful.” She nodded, nipping her bottom lip as she’d just given this man half of her life savings only for it to not be enough. She rose to her feet and ventured towards the door, only to pause and turn around, “How much does my father owe?” “You should ask him that.” “Please Mr Maldov” “Twenty million Olivia.” He muttered as he placed his glasses back onto his eyes, “Your father owes me Twenty million.” Olivia nodded and walked away, unwilling to let him see the ghastly look on her face from the sheer horror of what her father had done. Alex couldn’t help but smirk as he turned to his guard, “I think there’s a way Charles Camden and I can come to a compromise.” Marco, his personal guard and henchman couldn’t help but smile, “You think she’s the perfect candidate boss??”Chapter Two #Ibwt The room was dark with only a faint candle propped up the window sill. Empty dust buckets sat at the corner of the room close to a heavy bout of chains. There was a table, a huge oak table that extended from one cranny of the room to the other with one chair reserved for the boss himself. Alex Maldov called it his ‘playroom.’ He toyed with the crowbar on the table, admiring the craftsmanship of his blacksmith who imprinted the initials ‘A.M’ on it when the reverie of Olivia flashed through his mind again. Her beautiful blue eyes made a mark in his mind, he felt a tingling sensation just thinking of his plans towards the bellè. Charles Camden was ushered in by Marco who growled in his ear to scare him a little bit, Alex sent his guard a haughty glare telling him to leave the room. The door shut loudly, sending Charles into a state of panic as the room was all too familiar to a person who was in bad terms with Alex Maldov. His eyes darted towards
Chapter three #Ibwt She expected to hear a lot of things—how he was in deeper trouble than he imagined, how the house was probably going to be up for auction, how he needed her to tread more carefully instead of making impulsive decisions as going to bargain with a mafia boss—nothing prepared her for the words that spewed out of his mouth, “You’re getting married.” Olivia chuckled softly, “Very funny dad.” Charles frowned and her laughter died instantaneously. The perturbed look on his face showed he wasn’t playing around, “Dad??” “I told you to stay out of it Olivia.” He raked his hands through his hair with his eyes starting to brim with tears, licking his lips nervously, “I knew he was dangerous and I— “Dad what are you talking about?!” She cried out, seeing him in such distress tore her heart to pieces. “He wants you Olivia,” Charles finally said, “I have no other choice.” She scoffed loudly, “I’m not a piece of metal or
Chapter Four “I don’t want to marry you Mr Maldov.” “Why??” Olivia was sure this man was dropped on the head as a child, “You seriously can’t be asking me that question.” Alex moved closer and she took a step back, “Relax,” he murmured in a low tone as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his eyes gazing upon her as he whispered, “Perfect.” She cleared her throat nervously, brushing her hair slightly further away, “Mr Mal— “You really don’t have much of a choice here Olivia.” In a more firm tone that almost made her tremble, “Your father owes me a lot. I saved your family from ruin, I saved him from going to prison.” “Prison??” She gasped. Alex chuckled again, “Charles Camden isn’t the man you think he is. He owes me his life and twenty million”, placing a hand on her shoulder which made her freeze, he bent close whispering into her ear, “..but I’m willing to let it all slide, by having you instead as m
Chapter Five It was humiliating, succumbing to man she hated. She also hated the dress—sultry, provocative with an open back and a slit almost reaching the bane of her thighs. She felt like a slave, a prostitute almost being sold to the highest bidder—like a woman from Pompeii. Alex Maldov would pay for this, she wasn’t sure how but he would pay for ruining her life. One minute she was a fashion designer, with big plans to open her own high-end fashion store in Manhattan— Now she was about to marry a mafia boss with her deceptive father walking her down the stupid aisle. She wanted to look ugly, dabbled her makeup the wrong way, put on an incredulous amount of mascara that made her look like a hooker from 21st street, an ugly shade of red lipstick to put the cherry on top—and yet she still looked beautiful, a chaotic mess but still beautiful. She heard a knock on her door and turned around to see her father, he was clad in a suit and she rolled her eyes
Chapter Six She flinched hard, closing her eyes tightly as if waiting for some sort of punishment for her insolence. She was met with silence as she opened her eyes to see her husband staring at her blankly, expressionless as he touched his lips which has a speck of blood on it. “Did you think I was going to hit you??” He finally asked. She didn’t respond, his demeanor suddenly changed as he grabbed her by the arm pulling her to a corner of the building, she winced and tried yelling when his grasp tightened around her but only a soft squeal left her lips. Alex shoved her against the wall and she almost cried out in pain, regretting his actions immediately he took a deep breath, “I told you to not do that?” “Do what??” Ignoring her question, he took her hands in his, brushing her palm slightly with his thumb and looked up at her. Olivia was confused and terrified at the same time, moments ago he looked like he was about to fold her in half an
Chapter Seven The car ride was as silent as ever, like she was on route to her execution after being served a death sentence. For a moment she wondered what would become of the man who tried to hit on her, her heart pumped with ache as her guilt piled up….an innocent man was probably going to be killed because of her. Alex noticed the worry lines on his wife’s face and reached to place a hand on her shoulder, she flinched sharply and his brows furrowed, “I won’t hurt you.” “I don’t know that.” She replied. He would win her over, sooner or later he thought as he changed the subject, “What’s troubling you?” Olivia sent him a death stare. In the span of twenty four hours he’d kept her hostage, threatened her, put her father in a state of compromise with having to sell his daughter, and then he married her against her will…he really had the effrontery to ask what was troubling her?? Her life was literally falling apart in her eyes! “Noth
Chapter Eight Cillian left his boss’s new wife in her state of delirium. She was tired he could tell, her eyes were puffy from the incessant tears that streamed from them and her lips were swollen, her voice had a strain from all the probable screaming and he couldn’t help but feel bad for the woman. He gently carried a tray back into the bedroom, where Olivia had the negligee finally on after his short visit to the kitchen ,to get her a pot of chamomile tea that’ll soothe her wrecked nerves. Her cheeks rose with color seeing the butler back in the room, subconsciously she wrapped the already frail and sheer robe around her body, embarrassed to the highest level being put in such a position. She knew what he was thinking, that she was just some whore of a trophy wife bought by the master of the house. Contrary to her lewd belief, Cillian pitied his new madam. She was clearly not comfortable with the piece of risqué clothing given to her, plus her things had not be
Chapter Nine “Try to kiss me and I’ll bite you again.” His voice, with a slight wisp, “I guess I’m a lucky husband …I like it when you bite me.” “You’re disgusting Maldov.” “You’re delectable Mrs Maldov,” He whispered leaning closer again, her eyes closed tightly shut and he paused into defeat , “You’re one hard nut to crack Olivia.” “Let go of me.” Her voice was adamant and as she wanted, his hands dropped from the nape of her neck as he backed away a few steps. He raked his hands through his hair as he opened one of the drawer chests, a line of Backwood and a lighter appeared and she dreaded it even more a he lit it up—Great. Her husband was a raging murderer, leader of a mafia organization, and now he smokes too. “You know, most women would jump at the opportunity to be in my bed.” He muttered, his brows furrowed at the huff of smoke. “I’m not most women.” “You’re not,” He acknowledged, dropping the c
Chapter Seventeen “ Get away from me!!” Olivia screamed, scrambling out of the bed as she grabbed a pillow, a form of defense of the sorts. Alex, amused, crossed his arms lightly. She noticed the gauze around it, and a revery of the events from last night slowly crept its way back into her memories., “Get away from me.” She said more defiantly. “You need to rest,” his voice calm, trying to placate her. She was scared, frantic, and bound to run away as soon as she got an opening, “ breakfast?” he asked. Olivia was dazzled by his obnoxiousness, there was no way this man was acting like he didn’t shoot his uncle in front of her last night. It could’ve been a dream, nightmare perhaps but she knew what she saw and it was a whole new side of him…more monstrous, more evil, more dangerous. She wanted to get away as far as she could. “ I don’t want your breakfast,” she responded, her voice, strained from all the stress, “ I want nothing to do with
Chapter Sixteen Olivia screamed at the top of her lungs on the shot that was fired seeing Harold’s bleeding body from under the table. The vases, the glass window, and the China on the table, were all hit and sputtering all over the ground. She cried out for her father, prayed to an imaginary deity to be saved from the chaos around her. Another shot was fired, then another, then another like a gun showdown between two gangs…a minute later and it finally died down.. “What have you done? Geraldine screamed at the top of her lungs. “What your dear son was too much of a pussy to do,” Alex yelled back, “I warned him and I warned you..now get out of my house and never come back!!“ “Come on Damien!” She yelled, her old voice crackling from wanting to cry “ Davina let’s go!!” “What about my father?!” Damien cried out, “We can’t leave him here. He might be dead for crying out loud!!” “Shut up!,” Geraldine slapped her grandson across the cheek, “can’t y
Chapter Fifteen Geraldine sat at the master seat at the dining area. With her, Davina Maldov—Alex’s aunt, Harold Maldov—Alex’s uncle and Damien Maldov—the prodigal cousin. It was a shock, the news about the addition to the Maldov family without the notice of everyone around. Alex was known for his reckless practices but this was just unacceptable in their books, they had traditions to uphold and bringing a strange woman could jeopardize the integrity of the family. Olivia wished nothing more but the sweet pleasure of death as they made their way into the living room. Dinner was already placed at the center of the table—A fully roasted turkey, corn salad with gravy and peach cobbler for desert. Her nostrils flared as her mouth salivated just at the sight of it, then her eyes met with Geraldine and her tastebuds turned sour. She glanced around the table, only four people were present which was a slight streak of relief as she thought she was meeting a lot
Chapter Fourteen “It’s Geraldine sir…and a few— “Please don’t tell me she— “She absolutely did sir.” Alex closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath before he went into a fit of explosive rage. It was Geraldine doing what she does best when she wanted to get under his skin, Olivia just had to be erratic and fall into the clutches of his grandmother. He rubbed his temple, the day was a long one and now his night was about to be worse. Geraldine’s sudden visit only meant one thing—she’d told everyone in the family about his new wife, and now they were here to meet Olivia. “Tell Sheila we’re going to have a full house tonight.” ********* “Master Maldov wants you to get dressed,” Cillian announced at the doorway just as Olivia was starting to go through her new clothes, “We have guests tonight.” “Guests??” Olivia’s ears tinged at the mention of them having guests, nervousness started to pe
Chapter Thirteen Geraldine Goddamnit, Olivia screamed at the realization of her naivety, and how she was conned back into the arms of her husband. The tear stains on her cheek dried quickly after her curt session of sobbing, slowly she regained her composure, reluctantly resigning to her fate as she moved to the shopping bags on the floor. There was no use crying over spilt milk now, her father owed a debt and it was her job to repay that debt—even if it meant being stuck in a marriage with a tyrannical maniac as Alex Maldov himself. There were a lot of bags, too much in fact. She enjoyed the vanity of dressing up and going out with her friends— friends…it was a funny thought now, as she wasn’t sure she had any of those now. The pink fuchsia robe laid gently on the edge of the bed called out to her, gently she picked it up and couldn’t help but admire the color. The sudden thought of Alex loving it on her flashed through her mind, she gagged just imaginin
Chapter Twelve Geraldine Maldov, also infamously known as gran gran and one of the oldest Gavones in the mafia and also Alex’s grandmother. She was retired from the world of the mafia but still a prominent figure, as her name carried power, being one of the most influential figures that made the Maldov household name reign supreme. Alex was her son’s successor, they didn’t have the closest of relations. “You’re careless.” “It was a lapse in judgment.” “Maldovs don’t make mistakes.” “I know that.” “You’re a disgrace.” She spat onto his suede shoes, a usual gesture that always conveyed her dislike for her grandson across. Alex frowned deeply, the urge to put a bullet through the woman’s head filled him up greatly. Olivia was sprawled on the couch as they reached the living room, his eyes lit up in anger as he turned to his grandmother who just rolled her eyes as she flippantly waved a hand, “I just gave her my laced c
Chapter Eleven With every turn, every close and every curb. Olivia found herself even more confused than the last. She was barefoot, barely clothed, disheveled with beads of sweat forming at her forehead, tired from all the running with the fear of being caught by her mafia husband’s henchmen…worst of all she felt her anemia slowly creeping in. She was bound to pass out any moment from now. At the sight of blood from under the table during breakfast, Olivia’s reality finally dinged in her brain and she knew she had to run away. She took a sweep of her environment from the terrace and knew the house wasn’t heavily guarded, a little bit of eavesdropping at Cillian and Maria’s conversation helped her know her husband had some important shipment landing in—it could be guns and drugs for all she knew, she didn’t care, she just had to leave. Hence the house being less guarded than the night of her arrival. It was not a thought out plan, escape through the terrace wi
Chapter Ten Alex rolled his sleeves lightly as his eyes carefully studied the stack of new shipments that had just arrived to the workhouse. The men next to him stood at ease, eyes frozen, and not one word spoken as their boss looked through the cases carefully. Slowly he unwrapped each case with meticulous ease, placing it on a weighing plate to find the exact numbers he wanted. The silence in the room was deafening, as each case was placed on the scale almost mirroring their lives hanging in balance. Alex finally paused, his eyes squinted, there was a tear in one of the cases. He picked it up and just as he predicted, it was barely in comparison to the number to the other weighed cases. He sent each of his men a staggering glare, signaling the tear in the case and waiting for the perpetrator to come forth. No one came forward, not even Marco his most trusted aide,and he frowned deeply. He left his newly wedded wife at home for this, early into hi
Chapter Nine “Try to kiss me and I’ll bite you again.” His voice, with a slight wisp, “I guess I’m a lucky husband …I like it when you bite me.” “You’re disgusting Maldov.” “You’re delectable Mrs Maldov,” He whispered leaning closer again, her eyes closed tightly shut and he paused into defeat , “You’re one hard nut to crack Olivia.” “Let go of me.” Her voice was adamant and as she wanted, his hands dropped from the nape of her neck as he backed away a few steps. He raked his hands through his hair as he opened one of the drawer chests, a line of Backwood and a lighter appeared and she dreaded it even more a he lit it up—Great. Her husband was a raging murderer, leader of a mafia organization, and now he smokes too. “You know, most women would jump at the opportunity to be in my bed.” He muttered, his brows furrowed at the huff of smoke. “I’m not most women.” “You’re not,” He acknowledged, dropping the c