All Chapters of Hunted By The Past: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Carlos had told me where the other girls were, and he had also feed me in on what we were expected to do today and the schedule. It has helped immensely. Even though he didn't tell it with such an easy heart and he told me that I was wasting his time and acting stupid, I still appreciated that I got the information instead of getting into trouble again. I noticed the girls' behavior changing as I approached them. I know that they didn't like me, and I wanted with all my heart to fit in with them. “May I please join you?’’ I say, addressing Cecilia since she seems to be there making all the decisions. “Why would you want to join us? Isn't being a slave a disgrace?’’ All the girls stared at me, and I didn't know how to respond. Why would I want to be a slave? What was wrong and inhumane. But it was obvious that the more I argued about this, the more it would get me in trouble. If I wanted to survive here, then I needed the girls. I needed to know what was happening and what I was s

GALEN:“You were sleeping with her!” Olivia announced, as she slammed the door shut. “What! What are you talking about?’’“You know exactly what I'm talking about. You slept with Jessie. That’s why she’s always disappearing when we’re talking and coming back all sweaty.’’ The pain behind her eyes was evident. "Are you fucking serious? That's what you want to talk about?""Don't deny it, Galen.""I'm not going to fucking deny. She is 100 times a better woman than you can ever be. She's not a slut like you are.” Olivia gasped. I saw the tears for me in her eyes as she stepped back. She looked at me as if I had grown two heads. “What did you just say?”“You heard me. What went on back there was my worst nightmare. You didn't only sleep with Ashern. It was almost everyone else. You had the guts to stand here and judge me?”“What? G..Galen..” she let out in between tears. “I now know what you did, Olivia, and I don't regret leaving you five years ago. You do not deserve to be loved.

Galen’s POV“Mr Galen Grunt, is it true that you’re a lying piece of shit?’’ A mic was pushed in front of my face as everyone stared at me. Cameras clicked as I looked at them, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. “Please, this is a sensitive moment for my family and I..’’ “Your wife was two weeks pregnant for you when you decided to cheat on her. Then you fabricated photos between her and your ex best friend.’’ My father touched my shoulder, trying to pull me away.“What? I didn’t do that.’’ I defended myself. “I knew nothing about those photos until today.’’“But you cheated on her with not one, but three women in just a span of the two weeks you have been married.’’ I looked at everyone, trying to find my words but failing miserably. “What are you talking about?’’ I asked, but they were all staring at me like I had all the answers. “Isn’t it obvious?’’ A feminine voice sounded, as I turned. “Jessie.’’ I shook my head as she walked up to me. “Please don’t.”“My name is Je

Olivia’s POV“Girl, you should have seen his face.’’ Jessie laughed, “I’ve never seen that man more shocked and embarrassed.’’“Come on, it had to be done. This was for the betterment of both companies.’’“And I'm not petitioning against that; I’m just saying it doesn’t hurt to enjoy his suffering.’’ “I know.’’ I shrugged, as I folded my dress. “But I have been where he is right now - it's not a pretty feeling.’’ “The difference between you two is that you didn’t fuck someone else just for the fun of it. He can barely keep it in his pants.” Jessie spoke, and I saw her point. “Glad to see he’s never changed.’’ “And he’s not going to either. The same fuck boy he was five years ago still lives on.’’ She shrugged, “It’s a shame that even this marriage couldn’t tame that part of him.’’ “Come on, Jessie,’’ I chuckled, “A marriage can’t stop him any more than chains to his legs can. My husband is a dog, heck, he fucked a woman in our bed one hour before our marriage just to get back at

OLIVIA:“I can’t believe him!’’ I threw my purse on the sofa, as I slumped behind my desk, feeling angry and frustrated. “Mrs Grunt, Please…’’“Mrs Olivia,’’ I corrected him with a stern look, “My husband’s name doesn’t need to come in everytime someone addresses me.’’ Marco placed some papers on my desk. “And what’s this, Marco?’’ “It’s Marcus.’’ He corrected shyly.“That’s cute, but you look more like a marco, you know, like Marco Polo or Peter Pan.” I laughed slightly, while he smiled nervously. I had never had an assistant before, I wasn't handling this the way I was supposed to. “Did my husband pick the pink flowers?” I asked and to which he nodded. Galen knew how much I hated pink flowers. He did this to personally irritate me. “What about the overall arrangement and decor of this office? This is far different from what I sent in.”“I'm sorry, Mrs Grunt.. Sorry, I mean, Mrs Olivia. But Mr Grunt sent in a new arrangement plan last night and requested we ignore the first one.’