Death's Embrace, Love's Aftermath

he polished floor, her gaze fixed on the tips of the expensive leather shoes in front of her. Three years. Three years in a maximum-se

felon, trying

ed, leaving only the sound of his words hanging in the air. She had loved this man, Daniel Miller, for five years. She had

ful. The color drained from her face, leaving it a sickly pale. Sh

finally lifted her head, forcing herself to meet his cold, dark eyes. "

he picture of power and disdain. "I'm sure you, the former CEO, have forgotten. On the day your company crashed

ugh her body, but she held his gaze. Her face, once famous for its vibrant beauty, now bore

ered, her voice cracking. "Con

t of the five years she had devoted to loving him. She thought of how she had once

n from his spotless desk and leaned forward, tapping it against her scarred c

you sabotaged my family's venture? Or when you pushed Chloe into financial ruin?

ce. He saved his precious Chloe and abandoned the woman he was supposed to marry. Now, he had rebuilt his

to a dangerous growl. "I'm being incredib

looked up at him, her eyes wide with a desperate

wn on the desk beside her. The sound echoed in the room like a

side of her face throbbing from the impact of the sound. But as if untouched by the pain, she slowly straightened her back.

up, and this time, she let the tears fall, streaming down her pale cheeks. It was a p

nreadable. Daniel glanced at them, a flicker of something-discomfor

s, taking you in as a maid wouldn't be out of the question. Once

the only thought in her mind.

bed her arm, his grip like iron, and roughly pulled her into his private office. He threw her over his shoulder

nto the thick carpet. Weak from years of malnutritio

ce fantasized about their wedding night, a moment of passion and love. Neve

ng them easily above her head with one hand. His hot breath washed over her face, and her eyelashes, wet w

body going limp in resignation.

me touch you?" He treated it like a business transaction. For men in his line of work, this was a common way to r

, Olivia stopped struggling. "I wouldn't

there was no gentleness in his touch. He was rough, almost clumsy, as if he'd never been with a woman be

ubmit, her eyes downcast. To preserve her last shred of dignity, she

put on his jacket, casting h

nd flat. "Don't touch what isn't yours, and don't harbor any

throat was dry. "Unders

d she fight? Lying on the cold floor, she felt a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature. Her re

bathroom to wash up. As the woman helped her remove the rough prison uniform, she gas

mured, her voice full of pity. "

ung to him now for one simple reason: he was a special confidant of the new CEO. Chloe's parents were the new leaders, and their power base was in the north. This was a h

e woman's pity. The woman, thinking

her aching bones. She changed into clean, coarse clothes. F

a while, a man in a dark purple suit came in. He was not a regular aide; he was a high-ran

business deal, he would also send her a bowl of medicine afterward, to prevent any

he bowl, tilted her head back, and

e saw the executive smiling a

id smoothly. "The

ivia, but she stood and knelt again,

s voice pleasant. "But since you were previously involved with a rival comp

Olivia' s voice w

effect. In three months, you will collapse and die." He leaned in, as if sharing a delightful secret. "The C

ed. Three months. She was going to die. Her o

taste filled her mouth, and she coughed, a spray

t three months s