Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

When Brent felt Ethan’s chilling gaze on him, he had to explain. “Mr. Miller, she’s with Everly.”

It wasn’t unusual for Olivia to hang out with her best friend, Everly. Ethan had asked Brent to follow Everly on Instagram to monitor Olivia’s move. While explaining, Brent showed his boss Everly’s Instagram post.

In one of them, Everly showed off her eye-catching pink curls, but Ethan was instantly drawn to Olivia, who was rocking a different style in the photo. She had gotten a middle-part pixie cut, which—coupled with her tiny face—made her look more morose than her usual sunny disposition.

Her eyes were looking downward, and her collarbone was visible through her Oxford shirt in the photo. Her beauty was almost sacred.

The caption read “Reborn.”

Ethan hadn’t realized that his fingers were trembling slightly. After a year of being pestered by her, he should have felt relieved that she wanted to let go. But why did he feel suffocated instead?

He reminded himself that his sister was gone. Olivia did not have the right to declare her “rebirth.” He convinced himself that he wasn’t feeling bad for Olivia—he just wanted revenge.

He wasn’t done with torturing her yet, and he would not let this slip.

Deep in his thoughts, he was interrupted by Brent’s remark. “Ms. Hilton brought Mrs. Miller to the Dark Horse Clubhouse.”

Brent clicked on an Instagram post that showed Olivia lazing on a soft couch in a dimly lit room while a handsome young man in white kneeled on one knee and fed her grapes.

Ethan almost crushed the phone after seeing the photo. “Go to the clubhouse.”

The air turned frosty, and he couldn’t take his mind off the young man in white. He knew he’d make Olivia weak in the knees when he put on a white shirt, and she’d sometimes sketch the image of his teenage self in a white shirt.

that, but he also wanted to keep her by his side forever. He wanted to

by the situation. In the past two years, Ethan was good to Marina

shoulder, but Brent could tell that she was Ethan’s one true love. Alas, Ethan, blinded by

Apparently, Olivia had to bring

them, he ordered his men to look around but found no one. Brent

place to stay in advance. It’ll take

Ethan’s eyes darkened when he realized that she planned to leave for good

Find her, no

good news was that Olivia hadn’t left the premises with a male escort. Still, those who entertained Olivia were tied up and brought to Ethan, who lit a cigar and stared at the

“Lift your heads.”

never thought that they’d get into trouble

did you

and kept a distance from us. She had

chin of one host. He examined the young man’s face, which

would she eat the grapes fed to her by a cheap, trashy man

the brink of tears. Ethan

please spare

of the lounge. “Mrs. Miller did not have physical contact with

because they fed their client grapes. All they wanted was to latch onto

a beautiful and stylish young lady today, but sadly, she didn’t even look at them despite their best efforts to woo

city aimlessly. Where would Olivia go when she had no place

care of him. Her phone was turned off. Clueless, he

futile search, he returned to their newlywed home. He had only stopped by shortly on that night. It had been a while since he visited the villa. Only the furniture was left behind; the interior

fresh flowers on the dining table daily, but even the vase

from all their wedding photos.