In Bed With The Devil

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Geraldine sat at the master seat at the dining area. With her, Davina Maldov—Alex’s aunt, Harold Maldov—Alex’s uncle and Damien Maldov—the prodigal cousin. It was a shock, the news about the addition to the Maldov family without the notice of everyone around. Alex was known for his reckless practices but this was just unacceptable in their books, they had traditions to uphold and bringing a strange woman could jeopardize the integrity of the family.

Olivia wished nothing more but the sweet pleasure of death as they made their way into the living room. Dinner was already placed at the center of the table—A fully roasted turkey, corn salad with gravy and peach cobbler for desert. Her nostrils flared as her mouth salivated just at the sight of it, then her eyes met with Geraldine and her tastebuds turned sour.

She glanced around the table, only four people were present which was a slight streak of relief as she thought she was meeting a lot of people. Still it was terrifying, they weren’t welcoming in any way as everyone was silent, not even acknowledging the presence of the new woman in the family.

Alex opened a chair for his wife two seats away from his grandmother, the last thing he needed was her witch claws plunging into Olivia’s sweet self. He took a seat right next to her, Geraldine’s position on his chair was clearly a cunning move to get him riled up….two could play that game.

The room was silent, the boiling tension looming over the air as the gangle grew worse. Olivia felt the butterflies in her stomach, hunger and frustration all mixed into a pot of chaos—here she was, stuck in a loveless marriage and in the middle of some rivalry she barely knew about….even a two year old could decipher they all hated each other.

“Have some food dear,” Geraldine finally broke the silence as she smiled at Olivia, her voice hiding a snarky undercurrent, “I’m pretty sure you’re famished…after the events of today that is.”

Alex sent his grandmother a death stare, a clear warning for her to tread lightly. Unfortunately, Geraldine loved the danger that came with messing around the head of her grandson.

Olivia heeded to her words, immediately grabbing a spoon which she dug into the bowl of salad. Her hands fidgeting, from the nervous wreck she was managed to tip over the bowl and every piece of lettuce and corn was sprawled over the table.

“Great…just great,” Harold Maldov sneered, “He married a bimbo.”

“What did you just call my wife??” Alex rose to his feet immediately.

Olivia flinched at his sudden stance, she saw the look in his eyes and that look wasn’t one of just pure anger—it was a burning ring of rage, enough to set the whole house ablaze. It scared her.

Harold Maldov also rose to his feet, willing to defend his honor in front of his mother, “You heard me son. You married a bimbo!! You went against our traditions and brought in—,” his eyes narrowing over to Olivia with disdain, “—brought in this…this…I don’t even know how to describe this abomination!”

Alex’s right fist balled tightly as the other caressed a bulge in his pocket, “It’s a lot of words coming from the same man who couldn’t take up the responsibility as leader.”

Harold’s eyes sparked with anger, “It was my right and you know it!! You stole—

“I took what was rightfully mine.” Alex was dangerously calm, for a man whose wife was just insulted. Olivia spotted the mischievous glint in his eyes and nipped her bottom lip, her head sunk low as she waited for it to be all over.

“Rightfully yours?” Geraldine scoffed loudly.

Davina finally spoke up to intercede, “Mother please, let’s not—

“Shut up Davina!!” Everyone chorused.

She shrugged in defeat and stormed off quietly, grabbing her glass of wine along with her. Olivia’s eyes trailed behind her, hoping she would be taken away from this circus by the woman who clearly didn’t like her.

Geraldine was different, her demeanor unlike the sweet old woman who welcomed her into her home, “Step down Alex. You know damn well you’re not supposed to be—

“Shut up Gran gran!!” He fired back, his calm composure slowly wheeling of course, “This family is nothing without me. My father built the Maldov empire, and as his rightful heir it is my place at leader.”

It was all too much for Olivia to take in—leader, heir, empire?? It all felt like she was in the middle of the sopranos drama which made her head spin.

“Leader??” Damien Maldov finally chipped in to speak, trying to defend his father, “You cut all our shares by a quarter, you blocked off our connections and now you married this stranger who doesn’t even know you!!”

“Sit down Damien,” Alex warned his cousin and turned to Geraldine with a smirk, “Tell your beloved grandson to take a sit or I’ll—

“Sit down Damien.” Geraldine chided.

Damien, with a puzzled look on his face mixed with embarrassment sat back down. He spared Olivia a glance, angry to be emasculated in front of a woman like her—a very beautiful one at that. For a moment he pushed the family squabble aside to study her gorgeous face.

Alex was tired, he needed to sleep and most of all he needed to get Geraldine out of his home she was the mastermind behind all of it. No one dared question his leadership, as his father laid a strong foundation before his death. Geraldine only wanted him out of the picture because she hated his mother.

“You’re no leader,” she spat on the table, her voice filled with vain and disgust, “You’ll end up ruined just like your father, when he married your mother.”

“w***e of a mother,” Harold added with a chuckle, “Now he had a w***e for a wi—-

His words didn’t come to a conclusion as a loud bang suddenly rang all over the room. Olivia quickly took cover as she scurried under the table, muffling a scream as it was all a blur. Then she heard a loud thud, a body hit the floor and then—-blood.