AFTER MY DIVORCE, I MARRIED MY EX HUSBAND'S UNCLE

chapter two

“Silicon”

As he observed Olivia’s unconscious form, he noticed her hand protectively covering her belly.

“Find out everything that happened today,” Logan instructed Reynolds as he gently lifted Olivia into his car.

“Olivia Tran, we meet again,” Logan whispered, his voice gentle.

With Olivia secure in his car, Logan’s thoughts turned to uncovering the truth about her situation.

Olivia Tran slowly opened her eyes, disoriented and confused, finding herself in a luxurious presidential suite. She had no recollection of how she ended up there or who might have brought her. The only thing she knew was that she was alone, and her clothes were still intact, a small comfort in her bewildered state. Memories of fainting flashed through her mind, but everything after that was a blur.

As she struggled to piece together her fragmented thoughts, her phone rang, piercing the silence. Without checking the caller ID, she answered, only to be met with her mother’s harsh voice. “Wretched girl, where are you?" Mrs. Walker's tone sent a shiver down Olivia’s spine. Olivia pushed the phone away from her ear, glanced at the screen, and saw ”Dearest Mother” flashing. “Good morning, Mother,” she replied calmly, despite the tension building inside her.

Mrs. Walker’s displeasure was evident as she hung up abruptly, but not before threatening Olivia with her father’s tomb, a threat Olivia knew all too well. Olivia’s expression remained stoic as she left the hotel room. In the lobby, she collided with a man who stared at her in shock before she hastily exited the hotel and hailed a cab. The man watched her leave, his face twisted in concern.

Meanwhile, Logan Hall instructed his associate, Reynolds, to follow the cab discreetly. “Follow her,” he said, his tone firm, before walking away, leaving Reynolds to carry out the task.

Back at the Walker mansion, Olivia arrived to find two unfamiliar cars parked at the entrance. The cheerful chatter in the living room came to an abrupt halt when she entered. Ava, her sister, couldn’t help but remark, “You look like a mess, sister,” her voice dripping with mockery. Olivia ignored her and focused on her mother, who had been so eager to call her just moments before.

Mrs. Walker forced a smile, knowing she needed Olivia’s cooperation. “Your sister is married now, and I need you to take care of her like you used to,” she said, her tone dripping with expectation. Olivia’s laughter was immediate and mocking. “Like old days, you mean being her maid?” she retorted, her eyes fixed on the breakfast spread before her.

Mrs. Walker’s expression darkened. “Olivia Tran, I am your mother, and it’s your duty to obey me,” she declared, her voice cold and authoritative. Olivia’s response was laced with venom. “Like how I married into the Hall family in her stead?” she said, her words sparking a slap from her mother.

“You will obey me, or say goodbye to your inheritance,” Mrs. Walker warned. Olivia laughed again, wiping the blood from her lip. "I won’t be Ava’s maid, surrogate, or substitute this time around,” she declared, her voice cold and calculated as she cradled her stomach. For the first time, Mrs. Walker felt a flicker of fear at the malice in Olivia’s smile.

“You can have my inheritance and Father’s tomb for now. But I’ll be back for it. Dearest Mother, you know how insane I get when I’m angry,” Olivia said before walking out of the living room. The room fell silent, with Mason Hall feeling a sense of loss, as if something precious had slipped away.

Outside the mansion, Olivia quickened her pace, fearing her mother might send the maids to detain her. Spotting a black Bentley with the plate number “HALL000,” she felt a surge of curiosity. Knowing that only one member of the Hall family would use such an arrogant plate number, she approached the car and knocked on the window, a desperate plan forming in her mind. She had nowhere else to go, and perhaps this could be her way out.

Through the car window, Reynolds’ eyes widened in disbelief as he saw Olivia standing there, her expression resolute.

“I need to speak with your young master,” she said firmly.

Reynolds was taken aback. For a moment, he hesitated, torn between his instincts and his loyalty. Would his young master welcome her presence or resent it?

Before he could decide, a deep voice emerged from inside the car, calm yet commanding.

“Let her in,” Logan Hall said.

With a respectful nod, Reynolds stepped out of the vehicle and opened the door for Olivia. Without a moment’s pause, she climbed in.

The Interior left her speechless. She had never seen a car so luxurious, so immaculately designed, it was more like a private lounge than a vehicle. But she quickly pushed her awe aside. There were more important things at stake.

Her eyes settled on the man seated before her. Logan Hall. He studied her quietly, his gaze intense and unwavering. Something about him stirred her memory. She couldn’t quite place where or when they had met, but the sense of familiarity was undeniable.

“I have an offer for you, Mr. Hall,” Olivia said, forcing herself to focus despite the magnetic pull of his eyes.

Still silent, Logan simply stared at her, the corners of his mouth unreadable. His gaze was deep and captivating, and for a moment, Olivia felt as though she were being drawn into him utterly lost.

“Miss Tran,” he finally said, his voice smooth and low. The sound of her name jolted her back to awareness.

“I will be whatever you need me to be,” she said with quiet intensity. “A secretary, an assistant, a bed warmer, anything. Just give me a place by your side."

“Anything?” Logan repeated under his breath, his tone unreadable.

Before she could respond, he leaned forward and gently took her chin between his fingers, tilting her face toward his. Olivia’s brow furrowed slightly. For some reason, the Hall men seemed to have a strange habit of touching her chin.

"Then marry me," Logan said.