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