Chapter 45Olivia looked at him as if he was a stranger who wanted to harm her. His words hung in the air between them like a dark cloud, and the tension was palpable. She didn’t know what to say—what could she say? It looked like she had fallen for the wrong person.Christian took a cautious step toward her, his face unreadable, though Olivia could see a flicker of regret in his eyes. “Olivia,” he began, his voice softer than before. “I didn’t want you to find out like this. I was going to tell you, I swear.”She turned away from him, her hands clenched tightly at her sides. “You were going to tell me?” she repeated, her voice colder than she intended. “When? After you dug through everything? After you confirmed whatever it is you’re looking for?”Christian exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I’m not trying to hurt you, Olivia. I’m trying to protect Eunice, to protect all of us. Oh God! How do I explain this?”Olivia let out a bitter laugh, shaking her h
Chapter 46Olivia’s fingers tightened around the edge of the counter as Christian lingered in the doorway, keeping her back to him trying to feign focus on the dishes in front of her but her mind raced, trying to brace for whatever was coming next. She had no desire to talk to him, not after what transpired the night before. The hurt of his distrust still hung heavy between them, and Olivia wasn’t ready to face it—at least not now, not when Eunice was so blissfully unaware of the tension in the room.“Morning, Uncle Christian!” Eunice’s cheerful voice cut through the icy silence, her face lighting up as she waved her fork in his direction.Christian walked over to Eunice, ruffling her hair. “How’s my little princess this morning?”“Good! Olivia made some chicken risotto," she replied happily.“Lucky you,” Christian said with a strained smile. His eyes flickered toward Olivia again, but she continued to avoid him.“You want some?" Eunice asked again, pushing her plate towards Christia
Chapter 47Olivia froze at Christian’s words. She couldn’t breathe properly. Christian saw that she was likely having the reaction she had the last time, so he held her hand. “Breathe! Olivia, breathe!" he said in a panicked tone.“Look. I have put some detectives together—“, Christian continued before he was interrupted by Josh from the living room.“Why are the hosts standing by the door? Aren’t you supposed to treat your guests?" Josh said in a teasing tone from the living room.“Let’s go”, Christian said as he pulled Olivia’s hand. “Look, let's keep this to ourselves. We will inform Josh and Ruth when we have found a solution to this”, he whispered before dragging her to the living room.As Christian and Olivia entered the living room area, Josh’s sharp eyes went straight to their hands which were still holding each other. “I think we just disturbed their quality couple time together”, he teased with a grin.Josh’s teasing remark caught them off guard. Olivia quickly pulled her ha
Chapter 48Can you not give me that ass reason?" Josh interrupted Christian, slamming his hand on the table. “Is there anything wrong?" Ruth’s agitated voice echoed from the living room.“There’s nothing for you to worry about, baby. We’re just doing some manly garlic crushing here”, Josh quickly lied to prevent her from coming into the kitchen.“If you say so," she replied.“As I was saying, don't give me that silly excuse. Eunice clearly loves Olivia, and, moreover, didn’t you remember how delighted she was at your wedding?" Josh continued, reducing his voice a bit.Christian narrowed his eyes at Josh, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “You don’t understand, Josh. It’s not just about Eunice. There’s more at stake here, and I can’t just ignore it. It’s about Olivia, too. She’s dealing with a lot right now.”Josh raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What do you mean? Is it about her feelings for you? Because from what I can see, there’s something deeper going on between you two.”Ch
Chapter 49Christian’s eyes immediately turned to Olivia’s before he excused himself to listen properly. On the other end of the phone, his secretary was reporting everything they had found out since Christian gave his order.“While the team was snooping around, we found out that Mrs. Mason’s employee records were either deleted or archived as some classified case”, Mr. Pitcher reported, sounding absolutely distressed on the phone.“We also found out that they are creating a new one all over again, in order to use her marriage to you as a trump card to flaunt their company's growth”, he continued.“Are you sure?" Christian asked in complete disbelief.“According to our informant, that is exactly what is happening. And we were able to get a copy of her previous employee record as a copy from an anonymous person, so I'll send the previous one and the newly created one, so you can do as you see fit”, Mr. Pitcher reported quietly."Send it to my email. You and the team of detectives shoul
Chapter 50All the adults froze at Eunice’s innocent question, and exchanged glances with each other and burst into laughter.“Eunice darling, Uncle Christian and Olivia are not steaming anything, okay? Ruth was just joking with them”, Josh said as he lifted her into his arms.“Oh! I thought they were going to make something again”, Eunice said in a downcast voice. Everyone sat at the dining table and they had a hearty meal together, chatting through out. Josh and Ruth did most of the talking, while Christian responded in agreement, while Eunice threw in some funny remarks occasionally.While all this was going on, Olivia couldn’t stop her mind from trailing back to Christian’s words from before. ‘Taking their relationship to the next step’, what could that mean? And he’d asked her to come meet him in his room at night. Were they going to do what she thinks they would?“Earth to Olivia!” Ruth shouted at her. “What were you thinking about so much that you forgot you had guests at your
Chapter 51Olivia wanted to believe him, wanted to trust that he could protect her from the storm that was looming over her, but doubts crept into her mind. Could she really depend on him? Would he turn around and blame her again if things went south?Her silence stretched on as the weight of everything settled around them. She glanced at the laptop screen again, the damning reports staring back at her like ghosts from a past she couldn’t escape.Christian sat down beside her, his presence warm and steady. “I’ll start working on clearing your name tomorrow. We’ll get in touch with the right people to make sure the truth comes out. The detectives think they wanted to use you as leverage to get to work with me. So let me deal with them."“Why?” she repeated, almost to herself. “Why are you going this far for me?”Christian exhaled, his jaw clenching momentarily. “Because I can’t just sit back and watch them destroy you, Olivia. You’ve been through enough already, and I don’t want you to
Chapter 52About an hour later, Olivia could hear Christian and Eunice’s uniform breathing, indicating that they were already deeply asleep. She on the other hand, was unable to sleep, turning and tossing around on the bed, clearly remembering his last words to her before he fell asleep.Until recently, she’d been so determined to guard her heart, especially after Christian had rejected her, but now, he was confusing her.As she lay there, Olivia’s mind spun in endless circles, tangled in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions she hadn’t anticipated. His rejection had hurt deeply, and she’d convinced herself that keeping her heart guarded was the safest option. Yet tonight, he’d shown a vulnerability she hadn’t seen before—a warmth that made her question everything she thought she knew about him.She turned over, watching the faint outline of Christian beside her in the dim light. A part of her wanted to reach out, to feel the steady comfort of his presence and assure herself that this
Epilogue Nine months later. The sun streamed gently through the tall windows of the new Matt & Rose Foundation building, casting a warm glow over rows of seated attendees—executives, students, members of the press, and friends. The air held something rare: hope. Christian stood at the podium in a tailored navy suit, a small white ribbon pinned to his lapel. His gaze swept across the audience, lingering on the front row, where Olivia sat beside Ruth. Ruth wore a floral midi dress and a guarded smile. Next to her sat Roosevelt Lee—a former college buddy of Christian’s, and for the past month, Ruth’s quiet comfort. Eunice sat on Olivia’s lap, her legs swinging under her dress shoes, proudly sporting a glittery badge that read Junior Ambassador. She waved when Christian looked her way. He winked, then returned his attention to the microphone. “Today,” Christian began, his voice carrying with ease, “we honour two people whose kindness shaped who I am. My brother and sister-in-law
Chapter 120 Another four months had passed since Josh’s first court appearance. Today was judgment day.The courtroom felt colder this time—not from the air, but from the finality clinging to the walls like frost. The trial had dragged on for weeks—meticulous testimonies, irrefutable digital evidence, and the haunting voices of those Josh had manipulated or destroyed. Ruth had testified. So had Olivia. And Christian had taken the stand with quiet resolve, walking the court through every calculated step Josh had taken in the shadows.Now, there were no whispers. Just silence. The sentencing.Christian sat in the front row once again, between Ruth and Olivia. His hands rested on his knees, spine straight, jaw tight. Behind them, rows of strangers watched history unfold.Olivia wore a black blouse and slacks, her eyes fixed forward, unreadable. Ruth had opted for navy this time—a subtle, steady colour that matched the calm she was trying to summon.Josh was brought in, flanked by office
Chapter 119 Four Months LaterThe car ride to the courthouse was silent and tense. Christian drove, while Ruth and Olivia sat quietly in the back.The Massachusetts Criminal Courthouse loomed ahead, grim beneath a brooding sky. The winter air cut through even the thickest coats. News vans lined the perimeter like vultures, antennas raised like mechanical spines. Cameramen and reporters crowded the steps, lenses trained on the entrance, waiting for the man at the center of a storm no one had seen coming.Inside, the courtroom buzzed with restrained energy. Whispered conversations rose and fell like waves. Every seat was filled—press, family members, curious onlookers. The case of State vs. Joshua Smith had gripped the city: betrayal, murder, power, secrets.Christian sat at the front beside Olivia and Ruth, his expression carved from stone, but his eyes— his eyes burned. He hadn’t slept well in days, not since the indictment was finalised. The time between discovery and justice had fe
Chapter 118 Detective Harris shone his flashlight into the dark cavity beneath the floorboards, brushing aside layers of dust and cobwebs. “There’s definitely something down here.”Christian knelt beside the hole, squinting into the shadows. “What do you see?”“Some kind of box.” Harris reached down carefully and pulled out a dusty metal tin, about the size of a shoebox. It clanked faintly as he set it beside him. “It was wedged under one of the boards.”Detective Fisher stepped forward, gloved hands steady, and popped the lid. Everyone leaned in.Inside, nestled between scraps of old cloth, were two flash drives, a sealed plastic sleeve containing a small memory card—and, folded neatly at the bottom—a shirt.Fisher’s brow furrowed as he lifted the drives. “Bag these,” he instructed, handing them to another officer. “Handle with care. They could be encrypted.”Christian’s gaze narrowed. “What kind of shirt is that?”Fisher gently unfolded the fabric. It was a large-sized, worn men’s
Chapter 117 Olivia grabbed his arm before he could finish.“Christian.”He stopped and sank into the nearest sofa, the tension radiating from his frame.“Sweetheart,” he said gently, “come here. Let Uncle ask you something.”Eunice nodded and skipped forward. Christian crouched in front of her, his hands resting lightly on her small shoulders. His expression was calm, but there was an intensity in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.“Eunice,” he said softly, “what do you mean by a secret room?”Eunice beamed, clearly delighted to finally share her secret.“The one behind the big bookshelf in the living room! Daddy and Uncle Josh used to go there all the time. I saw them!” She puffed out her chest proudly. “They thought I didn’t know, but I did.”Christian’s grip tightened slightly. Olivia noticed the tick in his jaw.“When did you see them, sweetheart?” she asked gently, kneeling beside them. “Was it a long time ago?”Eunice nodded, her little hands tugging at the hem of Olivia’s
Chapter 116 The Mason mansion was quiet that night—the kind of stillness that carries the weight of things unsaid.Ruth sat curled on the plush living room couch, a blanket draped around her shoulders. But the warmth did nothing to ease the chill in her chest. The day’s events played on a loop in her mind— every word, every lie, every trace of Josh’s deception. She had spent months loving a man who never truly existed. Now all that remained was the rubble of a future that had never been real.Olivia sat beside her, close enough to offer support, but not suffocating.“Are you sure you don’t want to go upstairs and try to sleep?” she asked gently.Ruth let out a scoff and shook her head. “Sleep? Not a chance. Every time I close my eyes, I hear his voice. I see that smug smile he gave me—like he still had me wrapped around his finger.” Her voice cracked, raw with disbelief. “God, he really believed I was still his.”Olivia reached over and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “He’
Chapter 115 Ruth tightened her grip on the steering wheel as she pulled into the detention center's parking lot. The morning sun glared off the pavement, but its warmth couldn’t touch the cold knot twisting in her stomach. She exhaled slowly, bracing herself. This wasn’t a visit for closure. It wasn’t to ask for explanations.She needed to see the manipulative monster Josh truly was—again.For the past twenty-four hours, she had replayed every moment: every conversation, every touch, every whispered promise. All lies. Carefully crafted. Skilfully delivered. And she had believed them —believed him—because she thought he loved her the way she had loved him.She stepped out of the car, her heels clicking sharply against the asphalt as she walked toward the entrance. The moment she passed through security, the weight of the situation settled squarely on her shoulders. Cold fluorescent lights hummed overhead as officers led her down sterile hallways. And then, at last, she was there—facin
Chapter 114 The rhythmic clicking of Christian’s pen against his desk was the only sound in the vast office as he sat, deep in thought. The morning had started like any other, with reports to review and meetings to prepare for, but the weight of last night’s revelation pressed down on him like a storm cloud.Josh.He had spent quite some time going over every detail from the journal Ruth had found. The words scrawled across the pages painted a picture of a man who had been living a double life—outwardly charming, supportive, and loyal, yet seething with resentment beneath the surface.A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. “Come in,” he called.The door opened, and Secretary Pitcher stepped inside, his expression neutral but professional. “Detective Fisher is here to see you, sir.”Christian straightened, nodding. “Send him in.”A moment later, Detective Fisher strode into the office. He was a middle-aged man with graying temples, sharp eyes that missed nothing, and an air
Chapter 113 "Make sure you have all these files assessed by the necessary departments and submitted to me by noon tomorrow," Christian said in a commanding tone."Yes, sir," Pitcher replied."As for what I told you about, continue directing them and see what they have to do about it. Also, reschedule my appointment with Mr. Manchester—I have to go pick up Eunice from sch—"Christian was interrupted by the buzzing phone on his desk. He quickly picked up the call as soon as he saw the caller ID.Olivia’s voice had been tight with urgency when she told him to come home. The undercurrent of alarm in her tone was enough to send his pulse spiking.By the time he strode into the Mason mansion, Olivia and Ruth were waiting for him in the living room, their faces pale.He was surprised to see Ruth with Olivia. Hadn't they just had a huge argument days before? Before he could ask anything, he noticed the thick, black journal sitting on the coffee table between them."What’s going on?" Christia