chapter four
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“Family Time”
With Logan away, Olivia had plenty of time to explore the penthouse. Each room reflected his taste modern, luxurious, and minimalist. Still, one room stood out. It was locked. Looking through the window, she could see different musical instrument and though the room was locked, she could tell that the room was cleaned regularly.
Curiosity piqued, she asked the butler who followed her closely.
“Santos, what’s in that room?”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Hall,” he said with a polite bow. “Only Mr. Hall has access to it.”
Her curiosity increased and felt the urge to be mischievous, but she let it go as she knew that if she enters the room without Logan’s permission, Santos will be punished and even she may be punished. That night, Logan still didn’t return. Sleep eluded her, so she poured her emotions into a new musical score, composing until exhaustion finally claimed her in the early hours.
By morning, she felt refreshed and needed fresh air.
She grabbed her bag, and the black card Logan had given her before leaving. A few essentials. Nothing more. Outside the master's room, she saw Santos ordering few maids around. “You, put that here” Santos said to a maid. He continued ordering the maids and looked up and saw Olivia.
“Mrs. Hall, are you heading out?” Santos asked, smiling as he held her coat.
“Yes,” she replied, accepting the coat and putting it on but she stopped halfway. She had something to say but she held back which Santos noticed.
“Mrs. Hall?” Santos called out to Olivia.
“Oh! Santos can I get a bus in this residence?”, Olivia asked.
“About that, Mr. Hall has ordered that you can use any of the cars in the garage”, Santos said this as he led Olivia to the garage. Inside the car were different car lines up, all shinning. Olivia gasps in shock unable to believe what is before her. She had heard of Logan’s wealth, but she still found it difficult to believe everything she just saw. Moreover, she was in shock that she had married such a man with enormous wealth.
Seeing Olivia in shock, Santos smiled and promptly summoned a bodyguard, who drove her to the mall in a black Bentley
They say enemies meet on narrow roads and today proved it.
The moment Olivia stepped into the children’s store, she came face to face with Mrs. Walker, Ava, and Mason. Her heart clenched at the sight of them. She turned quickly, hoping to avoid confrontation, but Mrs. Walker’s voice cut through the air like a knife.
“No greeting for your elders, Olivia?”
She stopped, turned slowly. “Mother,” she said evenly, her voice void of emotion. Her gaze never once acknowledged the two beside her.
Ava’s eyes narrowed, assessing her sister. Olivia looked… different. Stronger. There was a glow about her confidence, quiet and unshakable. Mason noticed it too, unable to look away.
That alone made Ava seethe.
“Baby, it seems sister’s still upset with us,” she said sweetly, her hand sliding over Mason’s chest a subtle dig at his betrayal.
Mason flinched at the implication, guilt flashing through his eyes. Ava smirked she’d seen where his eyes had lingered.
“Sister,” Ava said, voice honeyed. “Where are you staying now? Is it comfortable?”
Olivia’s stomach churned. Her sister’s fake concern, her saccharine tone it was unbearable. She turned to leave.
But a sharp grip seized her arm.
She yanked it away instinctively without even looking.
A scream split the air. Ava’s scream.
“Olivia!” Mason rushed forward, crouching beside Ava, who had collapsed to the floor, one hand over her belly.
Stunned, Olivia stared. What just happened?
A moment later, a slap cracked across her cheek.
She staggered back, clutching her face. Mrs. Walker glared at her with disgust.
“How could you be so vile? You pushed your own sister!”
“I didn’t push her,” Olivia said, her voice steady despite the sting on her skin.
No one listened.
Ava’s voice trembled theatrically. “Mason… save our child…”
The mall fell silent.
Those words hung in the air like a curse.
Olivia’s heart twisted. A bitter laugh escaped her lips not out of cruelty, but disbelief. How could life be this cruel?
Mason looked up, that laugh cutting into his conscience like a blade. But instead of reflection, rage surged through him.
He stormed toward her and before she could brace herself, his foot connected with her stomach.
The impact launched her backward. She hit the glass door of the children’s store with a sickening thud, her head snapping against it. Pain exploded in her body as she crumpled to the ground, arms wrapping protectively around her stomach.
Her mind screamed.
My baby… it seems we won’t meet after all.
And then everything faded to black.
Across town, a quiet tension filled a room at Hall Headquarters.
Old Master Hall sat stiffly on a leather couch, his aides standing at a respectful distance, glancing nervously between him and his youngest son.
“You cannot marry her,” the old man said finally, his voice low but stern. “She’s your nephew’s wife.”
Logan’s jaw clenched.
“Ex-wife,” he corrected coldly.
Old Master Hall’s hand trembled as he reached for his heart medication. Logan watched with an unreadable expression.
“She is my woman now. That’s all that matters,” he said, voice even but firm.
The older man studied him the son who looked so much like Veronica. He wondered, if his dearest wife were still alive, could she have stopped this? Or would she have supported it?
“And the child she carries?” he asked, voice lowering further.
Logan’s eyes darkened. A storm brewed behind them.
“I’ll raise the child as my heir,” he said with a smile.
But that smile didn’t reach his eyes.
Old Master Hall narrowed his gaze. He didn’t believe him not for a second. There was something cold, calculated, almost dangerous in Logan now. The way he looked when he was determined… or when he was planning something no one could predict.
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