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.

Not only that, but he also

the situation. In the past two years, Ethan was good

gave Olivia the cold shoulder, but Brent could tell that she was Ethan’s one true love. Alas, Ethan, blinded by hate,

Ethan rushed to the Dark Horse Clubhouse, the two women were nowhere to be seen. Apparently,

to look around but found no one. Brent

stay in advance. It’ll take some time to find a

she planned to leave for good once she received the

into it! Find her, no matter what it

Olivia were tied up and brought to Ethan, who lit a cigar

“Lift your heads.”

poor men never thought that they’d get into trouble with a big shot. Shaking violently, they stammered, “M-Mr.

you

did not like touching and kept a distance from us. She had a few drinks before leaving with her

face, which was

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

of tears. Ethan made it

please

footage of the lounge. “Mrs.

already sobbing. They hadn’t expected to have their fingers cut off just because they fed their client grapes. All they wanted was to latch onto some rich lady, get their share of the money, and

and stylish young lady today, but sadly, she didn’t even look at them despite their best efforts to woo her. Not only that, but they also had to deal with a devil after

car and drove around the city aimlessly.

was placed in the ICU, she did not need to be at the hospital to take care of him. Her phone was turned off. Clueless, he went to

night. It had been a while since he visited the villa. Only the furniture

fresh flowers on the dining table daily,

empty and lonely master bedroom, her presence was removed from all their wedding photos. Only Ethan was left in the photos, looking both eerie