The Reincarnation of Olive Davis

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

"Isn't she the bosses mistress?"

"This is the first time I'm seeing her, she doesn't come out much"

I kept my head lowered, the maids were doing a very poor job of whispering. I grabbed an apple and headed back to my room I stayed in since I arrived here.

I knew I wasn't in Colombia anymore. From the sound of there accent, they seem to be American. I wasn't any fool, I have heard the name mafia thrown around a couple of times, If I were to guess Ceal, the man who bought me was involved in the mafia, not sure how the mafia worked but there were few people who lived in this house, many of them being maids.

I bit into my apple while sitting on my bed. I stared down at the bruise marks around my wrist.

This wasn't a fairytale, the mafia is just as ruthless as they say they are. They do what they so please and that is exactly what he did to me. My body wasn't mines anymore, my innocent he took for his own. Nothing was mines, I was a pawn.

Ceal was a married man, from the looks of it they seemed to have an open relationship, but that doesn't stop his wife from giving me dirty looks, even if she is well aware I was forced into this.

"Strip" he ordered.

I stood up, he came into my room unannounced like every other time, in a way he was just like my mother, but his punches hurt ten times worst.

Mi familia? What familia? It's been me and myself since my papa left, mi mama? Well she sold me to the devil and here I am.

As always he pushed me on the bed, forcefully pushing his length inside of me. I didn't flinch, I was used to it by now. I learnt to fake moan to make this experience more pleasurable for him but I'm sure he is getting tired of me by now.

He made his release inside of me and got off, He gave me one last look before zipping up his pants and leaving.

With the little dignity I had left I slid under the covers. I tilted my head to the left and looked at the time, it was nearing morning. I then looked back up at the ceiling, they lived a life of luxury, never knowing the pain of others-- while I had to suffer, Jealousy? It was more than Jealousy, I was angry, my anger masked by my nonchalant expression, everyday acting like I didn't care, hoping one day I'll finally believe it.

I closed my eyes, death still didn't struck me.

. . .

I pulled the covers away from me and jumped out of the bed. I bolted to the bathroom and ran to the toilet, quickly kneeling down. I hurled, vomiting out the one thing I ate yesterday.

I have been getting morning sickness recently, I didn't think much about it.

"Ma'am?"

I looked up staring at the familiar maid who I assumed was assigned to me.

"You're still vomiting?" She asked as I stood up.

I nodded, wiping my mouth and heading for the bathroom sink.

"I'll have to tell boss"

My eyes widen on hearing this "Why?" I questioned.

She gave me a small smile before turning around and leaving, I stared at the now empty spot she was in. What, am I going to get beaten for vomiting now?

I brushed my teeth and took a shower. My eyes darted to the box that was on the bed, making me cautiously walked towards it.

"A pregnancy test?" I questioned out loud

"Take it I'm waiting" Ceal's voice spoke, startling me.

I looked towards him, my mouth moving to say something but I quickly held my tongue, I knew better than to question Ceal.

I nodded and walked back into the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

I clutched the pregnancy test in my hand. If I was pregnant-- I mean there was a huge possibility, but-

I sucked in a deep breath and placed it under me as I sat on the toilet bowl, I waited until I finally got the urge to pee.

. . .

"Where is it?" Ceal asked as I stepped out of the bathroom.

"It's on the bathroom counter we have to wait" I said nervously.

If I was pregnant, I'll--

No, I couldn't be pregnant, I wouldn't want my baby to grow up in such a world, I'm only eighteen, I'm nowhere ready to be a mother, let alone raise a child.

"Go check" he grumbled.

I sucked in a deep breath and walked back into the bathroom.

If I was pregnant I'll--

No I'm not pregnant.

I gripped the pregnancy test and looked down.

"I'm pregnant" I whispered.

I wrapped my hands securely around my stomach, I have to protect this baby at all cost.

Ceal rushed into the bathroom. "I'm pregnant" I mumbled in a daze.

He snatched the pregnancy test from out of my hand "Good" he muttered and walked out the room.

My eyes widen "He wanted this?"

. . .

"Let me see my baby!" I shouted at the nurse.

After nine long months of carrying my child, they refuse to show me him.

"Ceal" I called in awe watching him enter the room with our child cradled in his arms.

I knitted my eyebrows together in confusion staring at his wife who walked in after him, a devious look on her face.

"Can I hold him?" I asked.

I watched Ceal give my child to his wife, who walked away holding my child in her hand.

"Why can't I see my baby" I cried

I watched him dig into his pocket and pull out a small pistol, aiming at me.

More tears rush down my face "What's going on?!" I shouted frantically

"Trust me you have a nice body, but you were boring and bland, my wife can't have children so I needed a beautiful woman, who could have given me a beautiful baby"

"Thanks for that" he chuckled

"If it had happened to be a girl at first I would have kept you for a year but since you delivered what you came here to do you're not needed anymore"

I laid their shock. I stared at the gun pointed at me.

My mama.

My papa.

They all left.

I wanted death, I called on death.

But having a child gave me something to live for, now he stands there and tells me that I can't hold my child, yet alone see his face at least once.

"LET ME SEE MY BABY!" I screamed

I coughed, blood spilling out through my mouth "My baby" I choked out, spitting on the blood with pain spreading through my body but circling at my head.

The last face I was ever getting to see was his face, the man who killed me.

Ceal.

Ceal Vincent.

I closed my eyes, knowing that they may never open again.

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Welcome to The Reincarnation Of Olive Davis!

Where her thirst for revenge lives on!

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