CHAPTER 059
OLIVIA’S POV
Was he actually asking me that?
“Because I didn’t want what happened at the café to happen, but it happened anyway,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, filled with frustration and self–blame. “You didn’t have to lie, Liv. You can always tell me everything. We’re friends and I’m here to help out?” Julian’s voice was softer now, almost pleading, reminding me of the trust we built over the years.
“I know, Julian,” I sighed, running my fingers through my hair as anxiety prickled my skin. “But sometimes, I’m not sure what’s going to happen when I tell you things. It’s like walking through a minefield, never knowing when I’ll step on the wrong spot.” “Olivia, our main goal has always been to find a way to get you out of there safely, Julian said, the concern in his tone deepening. “But that goal will never be accomplished if you allow him to hurt you like this, or worse–kill you.”
I swallowed hard at his words. “Maybe he only acted that way because we were deliberately provoking him with the party and the spending spree,” I tried to explain, though the excuse felt hollow even to my own ears. “He didn’t do anything to me today. In fact… he helped me apply ointment to my bruises.”
“Oh, really,” Julian replied with thick sarcasm. “What’s next? Breakfast in bed? Maybe he’ll knit you a scarf too.”
I rolled my eyes at his snarky remark. “Calm down, Julian.”
“I am calm,” he shot back, though the tightness in his voice said otherwise. “But we’re taking this whole situation way too lightly. Olivia, you were supposed to find the names of the people he hired to frame you. What’s happening? Why haven’t you found anything?”
“It’s not as easy as it sounds,” I replied, feeling defensive. “He’s not exactly the type to leave evidence lying around for me to find. He’s careful, Julian. Extremely careful.” “Well, you need to be more persistent,” Julian pressed on, determination seeping into every word. “You have a child now, for crying out loud. Everything has changed. You’re not just fighting for yourself anymore–you’re fighting for your child’s future too.” “I understand your point,” I admitted, feeling a lump in my throat. “But if he starts suspecting something, it could make everything worse. He might tighten his guard, and then we’ll lose whatever tiny window of opportunity we have.”
“And you didn’t find any other inf successfully unlocked! e that day?” Julian asked, his voice full of hope but already expecuny unsuppomument.
“No, apart from what I told you, there’s nothing on his phone,” I answered truthfully,” But… I think there might be something on his laptop.”
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“Good,” Julian said quickly, “That’s good. Then all you have to do is wait until he’s not around and start searching through it. Anything you find could help us.”
“He always keeps his laptop in his library,” I revealed, my mind already picturing the dark wooden shelves. “I’ll check it out when I get the chance.”
“But you need to be careful, Liv” Julian warned, his tone dropping lower. “You don’t know what’s going on in that twisted mind of his. He might already suspect something, and we can’t afford a mistake.”
“I know,” I replied, my heart thudding heavily in my chest. The walls felt like they were closing in on me, suffocating me with invisible chains.
“I’m going to get you out of there, I promise you,” Julian said with such certainty that it almost made me believe it, even if just for a moment.
A small, smile appeared on my face before I ended the call. His words were like a flame of hope in the darkness surrounding me.
He was right. He had been right all along. These past few days, I had grown far too complacent, too careful, almost paralyzed by fear. But I couldn’t afford to be anymore. I had to act. I had to take risks because the stakes were no longer just about my freedom–they were about my child’s safety and my child’s future.
I drew in a deep, trembling breath and put my phone away, determination hardening my resolve.
This is it, Olivia. No more hesitation. No more waiting for the perfect moment. I need to find something–anything–that could help me tear down the walls of this gilded prison.
My child deserves better. I deserve better.
I glanced out the window, the gray clouds rolling across the sky like omens of the storm brewing within these walls. My pulse quickened as I stood up, every nerve in my body buzzing with anticipation and fear.
I might have failed to get the required info the last time I went through his phone, but that wouldn’t happen twice
Today, I would take the first step toward freedom.
And I prayed–God, I prayed–that I would find one of their names buried in the laptop, that something, anything, would finally give me the power to break these chains and escape this nightmare once and for all.
The evening flew by, I went to have my bath, washing off the ointment from earlier. Once I was out, Adrian was already on the bed getting ready to sleep.
I wore
my nightmare, and for a moment I caught him glancing my way like he enjoyed watching me dress up,
I ignored his gaze and quickly made my way under the duvet and went to sleep, well
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that’s what I wanted him to think, after a few minutes I slowly glanced over my shoulder to make sure that he was asleep and thankfully he was.
Now was my chance to check what I wanted, I gently got out of the duvet trying not to wake him, and then I put on my slippers and went downstairs. Sneaking all through my journey.
I got to his library and went straight to the office table where his laptop was. I opened it and unlike his phone, there was no password here.
I started searching all through the files and I found a few interesting documents, like a list of all the people that worked for him, his clients, and even some old documents about his company, then a certain document caught my attention.
I clicked on the document and the first thing I saw was the name of my dad, followed by the name of my mom and the word ‘murderer‘.
I looked up at the door to see if anyone was coming before I continued, I knew I was meant to search for the people he hired but I had to check this file first, it concerned my parents, but why did he name it murderer?
Just as I was about to click on the file I heard footsteps approaching, I quickly shut the laptop off and closed the screen then I walked over to one of the books on the shelves.
As soon as Adrian walked in his voice echoed sharp in the library “What are you doing here?”
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