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.

at all. Not only that, but he also wanted to keep her by his side forever. He wanted to subject her to daily torture

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

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

seen. Apparently, Olivia had to bring Everly home because the latter was making a scene

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

Miller, she must have found a new place to stay in advance. It’ll take some time to find a rental if you’re doing it

that she planned to leave for good once

Find her, no matter

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 two trembling men through

“Lift your heads.”

poor men never thought that they’d get into trouble with a big shot.

you

like touching and kept a distance from us. She had a few drinks before leaving with her

snickered and lifted the chin of one host. He examined the young man’s face, which was caked in

grapes fed to her by a cheap, trashy man

man was on the brink of tears. Ethan made it worse

Miller, please spare

the lounge.

the men were already sobbing. They hadn’t expected to have their fingers cut off just because they fed their client grapes. All they wanted

even look at them despite their best efforts to woo her. Not only that, but

and drove around the city aimlessly. Where

to take care of him. Her phone was turned off. Clueless, he went to almost all the places

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

to arrange fresh flowers on the dining table daily, but even

master bedroom, her presence was removed from all their wedding photos. Only