Olive's eyes were met with the blinding sun rays that penetrated the hotel room. Her eyes fell on her lower body and she made to shout in surprise when seeing the hickeys all over her thighs, belly, and her breasts. She was certain there were many of them on her neck but now wasn't the time for her to check.
She turned around and Olive spotted the man who was sleeping on the bed close by. She was surprised because he was really good-looking and didn't look anything like how Luca had described the investor. He looked like a mini-Demi god even though he was sleeping! His face was so handsome even though it was still morning time. Olive didn't know why he looked so different from the description Luca gave her. She couldn't help but stare a little bit more. But then she remembered that her mother still needed to undergo surgery so she immediately grabbed her gown from the floor and her heels. She went to the bathroom and dressed up real quick. After that, she rushed to the table close by and reached out to her bag to sneak out of the room. She turned around to look at the man for the last time, she wondered how such a fine man could be so indiscipline to want to bed a woman before he worked with a company. ' what a waste ' she thought before she sneaked out of the room and made her way down the hall to head to her uncle's house to inform Maggie that she was done with the work. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Tension hung in the air as the man paced around the room, he screeched again after a while "You dumb ass, a lady came into my room last night and none of you knew about it??" The three guards lowered their heads "We only went to take a nap when the sun was beginning to set, Boss Logan" Logan Smith Snapped "Out of my sight. You incompetent fools". His friend who was sitting on the couch close by called out to him "Calm down, Logan. I still do not understand the reason you are worried about sleeping with a stranger, it doesn't call for this reaction" Logan scoffed, "I do not care either but I feel very wronged cause I was drunk all in the name of attending your damn birthday party here in this hotel" His friend, Scott rolled his eyes ridiculously "It's only normal that you attend my birthday but I still think this shouldn't be your concern..your concern right now should be about your nagging father and your company's image that is at stake here" Logan kicked the furniture close by before he sat on the bed, mulling over his wrenched predicament. Logan Smith is a thirty-six-year-old man whose only agenda at the moment is to clear his name and his company's reputation. He sighed "How bad is the rumor now, Secretary Scott?" His secretary and best friend, Scott reported "The hot rumor of you being Gay has topped the search list and the news keeps spreading even to international markets and platforms. Three other overseas investors pulled out this morning and my phone has been buzzing even during my birthday that I had to shut it off. People are talking" Logan cupped his face in his palm as he let out a deep breath "Scott...I am to meet my arranged bride in a few hours,please prepare my outfit, I need to clear all of these dirty misunderstandings" Scott nodded and Logan reported again "And that woman from last night, find everything about her and send them to me! You have just a few minutes to dig into her background! Even if it means inquiring from the hotel management about the CCTV. Do it" Scott ogled at Logan for a while and when Logan felt the gaze on him, he scowled "What?" "Am I the only one thinking this is strange??" He asked with a hushed tone and Logan shook his head. "It is shocking. Till now, I still don't feel sick and my skin is not pricking, no rash, redness, itching, or blisters which I normally get due to my rare illness" Logan said with a sigh "And This makes me even more curious about the lady from last night" "I thought the doctor said you can only get an episode of your idiopathic contact dermatitis if touched by a woman, how come this lady is different??" Logan stood up from the bed "And that is why, you must find her before I get to my arranged bride's house!" With that, Logan stepped into the bathroom adjacent to the room. The world doesn't know of his rare illness where he can't be in physical contact with a woman else, his skin starts to develop redness, rashes, blisters, and even swells. This was the reason people started to question his sexual preference because he was never seen close to a woman, even during functions his guards were on standby to chase women away from getting close to him. Only his immediate family knows about his illness. Meanwhile, The taxi Olive boarded parked right outside her uncle's house and she jumped out of the car to go meet her aunt, Maggie. She just wanted to take the money from her and head straight to the hospital. Her mom's nurse called again to inform her that they had just a little time left. Olive pushed the door open and hurried into the living room in search of Maggie and thankfully, she spotted her in the living room, standing close to the fireplace,luca was also standing there. "Aunt Maggie..." Olive rushed to her side to inform her that she had completed the work. "I did it, can you transfer the money to—" Her words were cut off by a hot slap, the slap turned her face to the side and she accidentally bit her lip due to the force of the slap. She raised her eyes to look at Maggie but Maggie only glared at her sharply, Olive whimpered "Aunt..." "You filthy thing, what did you do? A simple task and you couldn't deliver!!" A question mark formed in her head "I-did as told" Maggie immediately pushed Olive in anger and she fell on the hard tiled floor feeling puzzled "You want to play smart with me, huh?? You fool, the investor called that you never came!"The garden was quiet now. Warm breeze move the flowers behind them and the sounds of crickets filled the night. It was dark already and the moon and fire set up served as the only source of lighting. Everyone sat around a table, close to each other, with big smiles on their faces. Lilian sit in her wheelchair, soft blanket on her lap. She look peaceful while talking to Olive who was beside her. Mrs. Smith laugh at something Damien said. “You boys never change,” she said. Mr. Smith nod, sipping wine. “Well, at least they're laughing now. It's been a long road.” Adam Taylor sit nearby, watching his daughter, Olive. He smile proud. “And she’s qstronger now,” he said. Dain raise his glass to the air. “To new beginnings.” Derek added, “To family.” Damien grinned from ear to ear, “To love.” They all laugh and clinked glasses together while cheering along. Olive sit quietly, holding her baby, Iris. The little one was just four months old, but her presence brought peace to everyone. S
Beeping sounds flooded into Olive's head, disrupting her sleep. The noise from something like a heart monitor and chatters seemed to be serving as a disturbance. People seemed to be talking at a far distance. Sometimes it faded into a blur but other times, it felt too loud. Too loud that it was messing with her. She wanted to growl out some complaints and tell them to tune down the voices in her head. Olive tried to move her lips but it felt more difficult than moving a mountain. Her lips seemed to have been glued or tied with a gag. Just then, a sickening exhaustion came from far deep inside of her, swallowing her consciousness. dragging her into a dark abyss, her ears tuning out every sound. A few hours later, Olive seemed to be jolted. Questions formed in her head but to pry her eyes open was sort of impossible. She couldn't even control her body anymore. As if she was in the body of someone else— She felt a squeeze on her hand, the hot touch almost made her flinch but her
Logan had a dark look on his face as he stared at the Italian man who was smirking back at him. Damien and the others joined to search the ship and till now,they couldn't find anything. The search went on and the sea police officers were beginning to give up the search. "Nothing yet." Derek whispered to Logan while glaring at the Italian man who looked like a thug. Behind the Italian man were several other men looking like gangsters. Logan hissed. The Italian man said something to his men in Italian language before facing Logan. "I hope you all are satisfied now??" His accent was getting in the way. Logan didn't indulge him. His eyes went to the Officers who came out. They shook their heads. " We found nothing,Sir." The head officer said with a straight face. Logan's eyes went to Damien for confirmation. Damien nods his head in agreement. Truly they found nothing. Logan's eyes sank. He threw a look at the Italian man who won't stop smirking as if that was his default expre
"Even if you kill me now, your daughter and your son's wife would still be killed. Trust me!" Mr Scott scoffed, as he struggled with the chains trapped in his hands behind him. The chair staggered as he tried to free himself. Mr Smith grinned as he stared at Mr Scott. Amelia was at the other side of the room, whimpering In fear. She never expected her father to go to so many lengths for her. Things had turned bloody and messy now. "What did you do to them??" Mr Smith asked. His hand glided against the small sharp knife in his hand, amusement flashing in his eyes. Eyes that held killing intents. He was now another badass old man. Not fickle or frail. He was sinister. Like a predator, looking at its prey with a delirious face. Mr Scott scoffed loudly. "Simple. I sold them off." Just as he said those words, the head of Elite team, Mr Crowd landed a punch on his face.Amelia screamed at the top of her lungs. "Dad!!" Her cries echoed in the dark room, in the middle of nowhere. A dung
"What's that?" A middle-aged man with white hair and a brown beard with a thick British accent spoke. He was standing in front of the ship with the sailor, his eyes narrowed. Several men with guns came out of the ship and stood with the British man. Their eyes caught the boats and ferries that had come near theirs. "Oh shit." They quickly recognized the men to be marine police and Coast Guard officers. The British man nudged the others. "Go hide your guns, fuckers! We can't afford to let anything happen." He whispered quickly. The men rushed back inside to inform the others who were playing cards inside the ship. "Marin police and coast guards caught up with us! Men." They quickly scattered to hide their weapons in the underground drawer. "Fuck fuck fuck." An Italian man grumbled. "How do they know that we would be smuggling some slaves across the sea today?? Mr Scott assured us that nothing was going to go wrong!" "He doesn't hold more power on the sea." Another man snar
"It can't be." Logan shoved the idea quickly. "Maverick and some men should check the southern shore and inspect that vehicle." "Okay, sir!" Derek and Dain quickly butted in. "We want to participate too." Damien stepped in. "Same here." Their faces were tightened in resolve. "Of course." Logan smiled warmly. "You trio, Scott, and a few others will come with me. Though we'll have to split up at some point." "What's the plan?" Logan quickly briefed them on the idea he had in mind. They gave their opinions and soon, all was set. Ready to go find their own. ☆☆☆☆☆☆ "You all set?" Mr Smith asked the few men he had assembled in his living room. The twenty men were dressed in all-black outfits. They were the Smith Elite teams, only controlled by Mr Smith. Logan had no control over them because their sole loyalty lies with the head of the family. It was a team passed down from generation to generation. If Mr Smith dies, the teams will start to answer to Logan who will be the hea