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 wanted to keep her by his side forever. He wanted to subject her to daily torture to atone for

was fuming, Brent held his breath in the car. He was confused by the situation. In the past two years, Ethan was good

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

to be seen. Apparently, Olivia had to bring Everly

ordered his men to look around but found

new place to stay in advance. It’ll

eyes darkened when he realized that she planned to leave for good once

it! Find her, no matter what it

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 two trembling men

“Lift your heads.”

trouble with a big shot. Shaking violently, they stammered,

you touch

not like touching and kept a distance

young man’s face, which was caked in makeup. The man also smelled of cloying

“Why would she eat the grapes fed to her by

was on the brink of tears. Ethan made it

please spare

Ethan the surveillance footage of the lounge. “Mrs. Miller did

off just because they fed their client grapes. All they wanted was to latch onto some rich lady, get their share of the money,

at them despite their best efforts to woo her. Not only that, but they also had to deal with a devil after she left. Talk

went back to his car and drove around the city aimlessly. Where would Olivia go when she had

Jeff 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

home. He had only stopped by shortly on that night. It had been a while since he

her habit to arrange fresh flowers on the dining

presence was removed from all their wedding photos. Only Ethan was left in the