The Fake Death Plot
at night, smelling fain
from behind as I sat at my vanity. "I missed yo
lection in the mirror. My face was a ma
d mark on the side of his neck,
eft my lungs. He hadn't even bothered to hide it. O
at. I stood up and moved away from him,
on in his eyes. But it passed quickly. He was too full of hims
om trying on dresses all day. I'll have the staff make
st got into bed and
. He knew that. We had been together for thre
rridge was placed in front of me at the breakfa
ing the financial news on his
n't know my allerg
snapped at the maid standing nearby. "What's wrong with you? Don't you
. "I'm so sorry, sir. Miss Olivia was the one
was dressed in a simple white dress, looking pure and inn
do something nice. I remembered Stella saying she loved seafood once, so I asked
ned. He stood up and went to her side, put
. He then turned to me, his tone changing back to one of mild annoyance. "Stella, Ol
n and a fragile, misunderstood woman. The anger and pain inside
. A small, p
said. "It was a
think I'll just go upstairs.
Ethan grabbed my wri
at her feet, the picture of misery. "Olivia is feeling very lonely in the main house. I was t
e wanted her to live
word escaping befo
gone. She's our family. We have a duty to take care of her." He was
when my company was on the verge of bankruptcy two years ago, it was Olivia w
He was right. Olivia's family had bailed him out. He ow
sold my own jewelry, used my own savi
as the man I had loved. This was the man who was pla
him back for a lifetime of grief, then I should first repay the
it back. W
ne," I said, the word tasting like
rdid little affair right under my nose. And I would use eve
ested," I said, my voice devoid of emotion.
. He probably thought I was just being petty about t
ake him pay for everything. Not just