“Oh my God, Ollie,” Emily said, feigning concern. “Are you okay?” She rested her hand on my shoulder. “Do you need to go to the hospital? Dante, do something, please.” So pretentious. She didn't care one bit about me.“Let go of me, you shameless whore!” I said, pushing her away roughly.
She yelped, and Dante cried, “Emily, are you hurt?” his voice oozing concern.“I'm sorry you think it's my fault, Ollie,” Emily said. “You’re my friend's wife, and I really care about y—”“Don't talk to her,” Dante said. “You don't have to be nice to her.”
My heart broke into a million pieces.“Your arm is hurt,” Dante said to Emily, his voice sticky sweet. “Come. Let's go to my room. I’ll apply ointment for you.” “Dante... have you forgotten why I’m blind? You’re so ashamed of me, but need I remind you it was all your fault?”“Of course, not—”“If you haven't forgotten, then how can you throw me out like this? How can you be this heartless?”
He scoffed. “You made your choice, Olivia. Don't blame me for your misfortune. You brought everything upon yourself.”I remembered vividly how he desperately pleaded with me that day, and I was foolish not to have seen things were going to end like this. He was right. I had my choice, and I chose this fate myself. Still, I pleaded, “Dante, please, please don't throw me out. You’re the only family I have.” If for no other reason, I had to plead with him if I wanted my unborn child to survive.“I never considered you family, Oliva,” he said with resentment, stomping on my already broken heart.While he might have no care for me, he had to care for his child. Didn’t he? “Please let me stay. I'm
almost due to give birth. Please.”“Don't worry about the baby. I’ll arrange for medical care when you come due.”“Dant—” “Emily, let's go to my room,” he said.I collapsed, landing on the cold floor, then listened to their footsteps as they faded. Hot tears poured down my cheeks, as resentment for my pathetic life built. Life was so unfair. If I only had a family member whom I can fall back on. But I was an only child who grew up in an orphanage after losing my parents to a fire when I was four-years-old. “Fairness” was something I could never expect.My body trembled as stood with what little strength I had left. Still crying, I headed to my room downstairs—a room separate from Dante’s. The only times he ever allowed me into his room were when Grandma came around. Of course, that was when we had something together, and I got pregnant.“Ma'am,” Rose said, gently gripping my arm. “It's this way.” She helped me up and said, “You almost collided into the wall,” with sympathy resounding in her voice.“Thank you.” I sniffled.“Do you need me to get you anything, ma'am? A glass of chilled water, milk, or—”“Don't worry. I'm fine,” I lied, then pushed the door open and walked inside carefully.“Let me know when you’re ready, so I can come pack your things, ma'am.”I nodded before closing the door. Then I leaned against it and slipped back down to the floor, thinking about everything that had happened. I supposed it really was my fault. I should never have made the decision I made years ago. But I did it for the man I loved.
Fear gripped me. The time was fast approaching for me to say my goodbye to my home, the only home I’d ever known. I’d likely end up on the street. Where was I going to go?“I'm fine,” I said through the door. “I'll call you if I need anything.”“Ma'am, please. You need to eat for the baby's sake. You can't starve yourself.”
She made a valid point, so I reluctantly agreed. Racked with grief and despair, my body shook as I crawled toward the bed.Minutes later, Rose came to serve me steamy noodles, then stayed with me until I finished them. She then cleared the dishes and returned almost immediately. “You should have a warm bath, ma'am. I’ll pack your things while you wash.” Rose led me into the bathroom and went back to the room to get my things together.Alone in the bathroom, I cried my eyes out. If only I could turn back the hands of time, I would never have allowed any of this to happen.
Maybe this was my fate, a fate I chose and designed for myself. “Is this really the end for me?” I whispered.I sat on the couch in the living room of a house completely foreign to me. Being blind, I relied on familiarity. Here, I didn’t know my surroundings and was likely to fall or injure myself running into things. At least Dante hired a maid for me. Certainly unexpected. I supposed I should be grateful. She introduced herself as Jessica, then asked if she could get me anything?“Nothing right now. Thank you,” I said.“All right, ma'am. Call if you need anything.” Her footsteps faded away. “Is this not worse than death?” I whispered, staring into my black world. I would've considered suicide if I wasn't pregnant. Tears found their way down my cheeks once again as a memory encroached. “Sweetheart, meet Olivia. She’s a nice girl. You should employ her as your secretary.” That was the day that changed my life forever, the first day I set my eyes on Dante, the monster. Before that, I worked many jobs to fend for myself and pay my way through college while picturing a better life for myself.
With no reason to live, I sat on the bed, waiting for death to find me. I’d lost my husband. I’d lost my son. So what was the point?The sound of the door opening drew my attention.“Look who we have here,” Emily said in a mocking tone. “Our sweet new mother. Congratulations on your safe delivery. I'm so happy for you.” She paused and then gasped. “Oh, sorry about that. Slip of the tongue. I meant to say that I'm sorry about your loss. Dante told me what happened. A baby boy, huh? That’s too bad.” She laughed. “What were you thinking, Ollie? That you could win Dante's heart? Pfft. If only you had known your place, this wouldn't have happened.”Not knowing what to say, I bit my trembling bottom lip.“You wanted him so badly, so desperately. Look at you now. Well,” she said, flippantly, and I could just picture her tossing her hair over her shoulder, “your loss, my gain.”I tried to hold back because I didn't want to cry in front of her, but as always, I was the pathetic one.“What happ
“Ollie, guess who is here?” Claire squeaked excitedly as she barged into the room. “Your handsome boyfriend!”I pulled a puzzled look because I didn't remember having a boyfriend. “My boyfriend?” I dropped the mascara I was about to apply and turned my full attention to her, trying to recall what she was talking about.“Are you kidding? I mean Mr. Dante.” She rolled her eyes as she walked to the bed and slumped on it.It took me another few seconds before I recalled that I’d already been dating Dante for a month at this point. “Oh! Right. Of course.” She looked at me suspiciously. “Are you okay? You don't look well.” She approached and placed her hand on my forehead, checking my temperature.I forced a smile and shook my head. “I'm fine. Can you tell him I'll be there in a minute, please?”“Sure. Take your time and look good for your baby, girl.” She winked, then she stepped out of the room.My heart thumped nervously as I headed to my wardrobe and opened it. Despite my determination
Dante looked at me across the dinner table with so much pain in his eyes. “I don't think it's something I should share with you, Ollie. I don't want to bother you.” What gibberish. I worked not to roll my eyes. Instead, I said, “All right,” remembering how I’d been so worried about him the first time around that I’d peppered him with questions until he finally spoke up. He must have expected that response from me because, when I didn’t offer it, his face dropped in disappointment. After several long moments of silence, he said, “It's about my mom.” I raised my eyebrows. Fuck your mom. I don't care about her. I desperately wanted to say those words, but I stayed calm and listened to his pathetic story.“She's hospitalized and in a critical condition. It’s an eye infection.” He searched my eyes for sympathy, but all I felt was anger, irritation, and the urge to curse at him.“Oh,” I said, doing my best to feign compassion I didn’t feel.“She’s the only one I have besides Grandma, and
Chapter 7Olivia Cruz POVScheming something perfect over the week was crazy, but glad that I was finally able to come up with the best way to get revenge for myself and the child I lost to this heartless man.It was a beautiful Saturday morning. The day I decided to pay Dante a surprise visit."What's up with the make-up? Are you going out?" Claire walked in on me getting dressed, so she sat on the bed and looked at me."A date with your boyfriend?" She smiled at me, but I just rolled my eyes and shook my head."I'm going over to Dante's house," She gasped sharply and covered her mouth."You guys started dating barely one month and he is already inviting you over? Is there something you are hiding from me, my darling friend?" She came to stand behind me, and I smirked."I didn't say he invited me over. I'm going to pay him a surprise visit," I shrugged, and her eyes narrowed.I turned to her and raised my eyebrows, "Is there anything wrong with paying my boyfriend a surprise visit?"
Chapter 8Dante Russel POV"Does this make any sense to you, Dante? You two are going to get married? Are you kidding me?" Emily rambled on, and I exhaled deeply."Do you think I want this for myself? Do you think I really want to marry her---""Then don't! That is enough reason for you not to marry her, Dante. First, you two started dating against my wish, and now marriage? That's not done anywhere," The pain in Emily's eyes as she sta beside me on the couch really broke my heart, but sadly, I didn't have a choice. "Emily..." I held her hand and squeezed them gently. "Look at me," I cupped her cheek in my palm and gazed into her pair of charming and gorgeous eyes."I know this is hard for you, but can you please give me some time to sort this whole thing out? I promise this is not going to be long," I hated the fact that I was hurting her with my actions, but this was something I really needed to do. If I could find an alternative, I would've done that without having to get into a f
Chapter 9Emily Wellington POVAfter being stuck in traffic for almost forever, I finally made it to the hospital.Dante's call came in just when I was about to check myself out in the mini mirror I took with me, so I went for the phone first."Hey, Emily. Where are you?" His deep voice sounded from the other end."I just got to the hospital. About to go inside,""You didn't tell me you were going to the hospital," He sounded surprised, but I just rolled my eyes."I didn't want to bother you. I was worried Mom would be hungry, so I made something to come give her. You told me you had a meeting earlier. Are you done now?""Yes, I just rounded it up. I'm heading back to the office now. Do you want me to come over to the hospital?" "No, don't worry about that. I want to spend some time with Mom today. I'll call you when I'm about to leave. See you later," I ended the call before he could say anything else, and dropped my phone inside my handbag. "Ugh! This is frustrating," Messing my b
Chapter 10 Olivia Cruz POV 'Congratulations, Ms. Olivia Cruz. We are thrilled to inform you that you passed the final interview and you are thereby hired as the next 'face of Ville's beauty cream. Please endeavour to show up at the company in two hours and discuss your schedule as there'll be a launching of new products soon and you would be needed, and also your salary' I was confused, reading through the email I just got for the fifth time because I didn't remember when I applied to work there as a model. "You look stunned, young lady. Are you good?" I had no idea when Claire walked inside, so I flinched when I heard her voice out of the blue moon. "You scared me," I glared at her, but she snatched my phone from me and rolled her eyes. "What were you so engrossed in that you didn't even notice I came inside the room? Did your boyfriend send you a love..." she paused and gasped after she read through the email. She looked at me with her eyes narrowed in shock as if to confi