Olivia's POV

"Damn!" I cursed as I tried to get up, but my ankle wouldn't let me.

Murmurs erupted in the crowd as everyone pointed fingers at me and openly mocked me.

"I always knew there's no love in their marriage."

"True, I heard she seduced Marcus and forced him to marry her."

"She is just a desperate bitch!"

Those were some of the words people were saying about me. I ignored them, as my main focus was to get myself to the hospital. Defending myself to them wouldn't change the fact that Macus doesn't love me.

I retrieved my phone from my purse and called Jane, my best friend, to come take me to the hospital.

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Jane and I arrived at the hospital late. It was already 9:20 p.m. The ER was quiet because there's usually no rush at this time.

"Look, Oliv, isn't that your husband?" Jane asked, pointing at Macus, who was holding onto another woman-Sophia.

I sighed. "Let's go get my legs treated," I said.

We left there to go see a doctor.

My leg and minor wounds were treated. The doctor said my ankle was badly injured, so he made me wear a cast.

"You should be more careful, especially when you are working," the doctor advised.

"Thank you, doctor," I said and left his office.

Just when we were out of the office, we bumped into Marcus and Sophia.

Macus looked surprised to see me.

"What are you doing here, Oliv?" he asked, subconsciously standing in front of Sophia, shielding her from me as if I'd attack her.

I was hurt by that action but quickly waved off that emotion.

"Did you forget that your sister pushed me off the balcony?" I asked him.

Marcus looked down at my leg. Remorse flashed in his eyes when he saw the cast, but Sophia's words made the remorse vanish in a second.

"Come on, that was just an accident. It's not a big deal," she said.

"Not a big deal? How about I take you to a balcony and make you fall from there?" I fired back, anger brewing inside me.

"You..."

I ignored her and faced Jane. "Let's go. I don't have time for dramas."

Jane nodded. We turned around and approached the exit door.

"Did you see that? She disrespected me," I heard Sophia whining to Marcus.

"Hold on!" he called. "Apologize to her," he said to me.

I looked around, pretending like I was looking for something. "Who should I apologize to?"

"Sophia," he replied. "She was involved in a fatal accident on her way from the airport. She hasn't recovered yet. Don't spoil her mood because it'll affect her recovery."

My brows furrowed as I tried to make sense of what he just said, but there was absolutely no sense in it.

Besides, Sophia doesn't look like she was in a fatal accident. Truly, love is blind!

"Apologize now," Marcus said.

Sophia was staring with a victorious smirk. I simply scoffed.

"No." I turned away from them. Jane and I left the hospital without giving them a second glance.

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>The Next Morning<

I woke up to my phone beeping. I looked at the other side of the bed and rolled my eyes when I realized Marcus didn't come home last night.

My phone wouldn't stop beeping, so I reached for it. A message from Sophia popped up, and it read: How did it feel seeing the man you love abandon you for another woman? Did you like my surprise?

Attached to the message was a photo of Sophia and Marcus in bed. Marcus was sleeping with his head resting on Sophia's chest.

Before I could get the time to feel hurt, the door pushed open and Marcus came in.

"Hey, baby, you're awake!" he said, rushing to me with a smile.

He sat by my side on the bed and started caressing my face. I smiled when I saw Sophia's red lipstick on his cheek, but he thought I was smiling at him.

"I'm sorry about last night," he said, his voice calm and apologetic. "I was just confused by everything that's been happening. Sophia came back suddenly, and she was involved in an accident. I was just going crazy."

Crazy for the love of his life. Unfortunately, that's not me.

"I realized that my actions humiliated you last night. I heard some rumors about you, and I'd like to clear them up. So, I'm hosting another party tonight, and I've sent the invitations out. Get ready and attend it. I'll make sure I debunk all the rumors," he said.

I could only smile as I listened to him speak. He had no idea I came back to the hospital to retrieve my phone last night and overheard him and Natalie talking. They want to use this opportunity to humiliate me more.

"Wear something nice. I want you to show everyone that you're the queen of my empire!" he winked at me.

"Really? You'll debunk the rumors?" I asked.

"Yes. I can't sit back and let people talk trash about you," he answered with a serious expression, as if he were offended thinking about the rumors.

"Okay. I'll come. Just send me the address."

"Great." He planted a kiss on my forehead before exiting the room.

What a pretentious imp....

Olivia's POV

The day flew by in a blur of paperwork and meetings. I was still piling up files at my desk when my phone buzzed.

"Shit!" I glanced at the time. 6:45 PM.

Marcus's party. I'd completely forgotten about our little "appointment." Not that I was eager to attend, but I needed to see what new games he and his conspirators were playing.

I rushed to the company shower, my ankle still throbbing beneath the cast. The warm water did little to ease the tension in my shoulders. Whatever they were planning tonight, I needed to stay sharp.

Stepping out with a towel wrapped around me, I nearly collided with a broad chest.

"Marcus?" I gasped. "What are you doing here?"

His eyes traveled down my barely-covered body, and I clutched the towel tighter to my body.

"Picking you up, of course." His smile didn't reach his eyes. "Can't have my beautiful wife arrive alone."

"I told you I'd come myself."

"Change of plans." He dangled his car keys. "I'll wait outside while you get dressed."

Twenty minutes later, we were in his sleek black Audi, tension thick between us. He placed his hand on my thigh, and it took everything in me not to flinch.

"You look stunning," he said, eyes fixed on the road.

"Thanks." I stared out the window, wondering what humiliation awaited me tonight.

We arrived at a high-end hotel downtown. Marcus was the perfect gentleman, opening doors, his hand possessively on my lower back as we entered. People turned to stare, whispering behind their hands. The rumors from yesterday were clearly still circulating.

"Smile," Marcus whispered in my ear. "Everyone's watching."

"That's the point, isn't it?" I muttered, but plastered on a fake smile anyway.

As we made our way through the crowd, I spotted a familiar face that made my blood run cold.

"Victoria?"

My adopted sister approached us, champagne glass in hand. Last I heard, she was conspiring with Natalie against me. Now she was beaming like we were best friends.

"Olivia!" She embraced me, the scent of expensive perfume overwhelming. "I'm so glad you came! I've been worried sick about your ankle."

I pulled back, searching her face for signs of deception. "That's new. Last week you barely acknowledged my existence."

She laughed, a tinkling sound that set my teeth on edge. "Water under the bridge! Family is family, right?"

Before I could respond, a hand touched my shoulder. I turned to find Natalie, Marcus's sister who had pushed me off the balcony looking contrite.

"Olivia, I've been looking everywhere for you." Her eyes were red-rimmed, as if she'd been crying. "I need to apologize for yesterday. It was an accident, I swear."

"Sure it was," I said flatly.

She produced two champagne glasses from nowhere. "Please, let me make it up to you. A peace offering?"

I eyed the drinks suspiciously. "Not thirsty, thanks."

Marcus's grip tightened on my waist. "Don't be rude, Olivia. Natalie's trying to apologize."

"I'm not angry," I said coolly. "Just not interested in drinking."

"Take it," Marcus hissed in my ear, his fingers digging into my side.

I looked at the two glasses and had a sudden inspiration. "If you're really sorry, Natalie, why don't you drink both? Show me there's nothing to worry about."

Natalie's face paled. "I..."

Before she could finish, Marcus snatched one glass and gripped my jaw with his free hand. "Stop being difficult," he growled, forcing the rim against my lips.

The liquid spilled into my mouth before I could stop it. I swallowed reflexively, panic rising in my chest.

"Excuse me," I choked out, pulling away from Marcus. "Bathroom."

I limped as quickly as my injured ankle would allow, locking myself in a stall. Whatever they'd put in that drink, I needed to get it out now. I stuck two fingers down my throat, gagging until everything came up. Tears streamed down my face as I heaved again and again, making sure my stomach was empty.

After cleaning myself up, I slipped out of the bathroom and found an empty conference room down the hall. My hands shook as I pulled out my phone and dialed.

"David? It's Olivia. I need you."

David Lawrence was more than my lawyer, he was the only person besides Jane I truly trusted. And lately, I'd noticed the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't paying attention.

"What's wrong?" His voice was instantly alert. "Where are you?"

I gave him the address. "Please hurry."

Fifteen minutes later, David appeared in the doorway of my hideout, concern etched on his handsome face.

"You look terrible," he said bluntly.

I laughed despite myself. "Thanks. Just what a girl wants to hear."

He closed the door behind him. "What happened?"

I told him everything, the drugged drink, Marcus's behavior, Victoria's suspicious friendliness, everything entirely.

"We need to get you out of here," David said, his jaw tight with anger. "And you need to start divorce proceedings. This is beyond toxic, Olivia."

"I can't leave yet. I need evidence of what they're planning."

"You're not safe here." He ran a hand through his dark hair. "At least let me get you home."

We shared a bottle of water he had in his jacket pocket, the simple act of kindness nearly bringing me to tears after everything that had happened.

"Come on," he said, helping me up. "Let's go before they realize you're missing."

We'd almost made it to the parking lot when a sickly-sweet voice called out behind us.

"Olivia! There you are!"

Natalie hurried toward us, fake concern plastered across her face. "We've been looking everywhere for you!"

"I'm not feeling well," I said. "David's taking me home."

She glanced at David's hand supporting my elbow, her eyes narrowing. "Marcus is your husband. He should be the one taking care of you."

Before David could respond, Marcus appeared, his expression thunderous when he saw us together.

"What the hell is this?" he demanded, yanking my hand away from David's.

"Your wife was feeling unwell," David said coolly. "Something about a drink someone forced her to take."

Marcus's glare could have melted steel. "This is between me and my wife. Back off, Lawrence."

"Olivia asked for my help," David stood his ground. "And considering you just tried to...."

"It's a lover's quarrel," Natalie interrupted, smiling sweetly at David. "You understand, don't you? They'll work it out."

"No!" I tried to pull away from Marcus. "David, don't listen to them."

But Marcus was already dragging me toward his car, his grip bruising my wrist.

"We're going home," he growled. "Now."

I looked back desperately at David, who was being physically blocked by Natalie and two security guards who'd appeared out of nowhere.

As Marcus shoved me into the passenger seat, one thought crystallized in my mind. This wasn't just a toxic marriage anymore. It is now a war...

Olivia's POV

The moment David's car disappeared from view, Marcus yanked me out of where he'd shoved me. My ankle throbbed as I stumbled forward, nearly falling.

"Did you really think you could leave with him?" Marcus growled, his fingers digging into my arm.

Tears welled in my eyes but I blinked them back. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

Natalie rushed over, her fake smile plastered on her face. "Why so serious, Olivia? We were just playing with you! It was just a bit of fun."

"Fun?" My voice trembled. "You pushed me off a balcony and maybe tried to drug me!"

Victoria appeared next to Natalie, arms crossed. "You shouldn't take everything so personally. God, you've always been such a drama queen."

They forced me back into the hotel, Natalie gripping one arm, Marcus the other. People stared as we passed through the lobby, but no one stepped in. To them, we probably looked like friends helping a drunk woman.

Once we reached a private lounge area, Marcus checked his watch. "I need to take care of something. Don't let her leave." He glanced at Victoria and Natalie before walking away.

The moment he disappeared, their fake smiles vanished.

"You think you're so special, don't you?" Victoria sneered, leaning in close. "Marcus never loved you. You were just convenient."

The words cut deeper than I wanted to admit. "You don't know anything about our marriage."

Natalie laughed, the sound like broken glass. "We know everything. Marcus tells Sophia everything. How you bore him. How he married you for your family connections."

"That's not true." But my voice lacked conviction even to my own ears.

"Poor little Olivia," Victoria taunted. "Always thinking you belong when you never did. Not in our family, not with Marcus."

My chest tightened. "You're my sister."

"Adopted sister," Victoria corrected, her eyes cold. "And the biggest mistake my parents ever made."

Each word was like a knife in my heart. All those years I'd tried to make her like me, to feel like part of the family, everything wasted.

"Marcus is filing for divorce next week," Natalie added, examining her manicured nails. "He and Sophia are planning to announce their engagement as soon as it's finalized."

I felt dizzy, the room spinning slightly. Was it the emotional bombardment or something else?

Victoria suddenly looked thirsty. "I need a drink," she announced, looking around.

She waved over a waiter, and I felt a flicker of hope. If they hadn't ordered the drinks, maybe I could safely drink something without worrying about being drugged again.

"I'll have a sealed bottle of water," Victoria told the waiter.

While she was distracted, Natalie leaned closer to me. "You know what's the saddest part? Marcus was starting to actually care for you before Sophia came back. Bad timing, I guess."

The waiter returned with a sealed bottle. Victoria twisted it open, the seal breaking with a crack that seemed too loud in the quiet lounge.

I couldn't stop staring at the bottle as Victoria took a sip. My throat felt painfully dry.

"Would you like some?" Victoria offered, her voice suddenly sweet. Too sweet.

I hesitated but my thirst won out. "Yes, please."

Natalie and Victoria exchanged glances as I took the bottle.

"To failed marriages," Victoria toasted as I drank deeply.

The water tasted normal, but within minutes, a strange warmth spread through my limbs. The room began to tilt.

"What did you..." My words slurred. "Did you drug the bottle before the waiter brought it?"

Victoria's smile widened. "So smart, yet so stupid."

"We've been planning this for months," Natalie said, her voice sounding distant now. "Ever since Sophia came back."

I tried to stand but my legs wouldn't cooperate. "Why?"

"Because you have everything we want," Victoria hissed. "The company shares, Marcus's name, our parents' love."

The room spun faster. I needed to get away.

"I... need to use the bathroom," I mumbled, forcing myself to my feet.

They exchanged looks before Natalie nodded. "Don't be long. The fun's just starting."

I staggered to the bathroom, clinging to walls for support. Inside, I splashed cold water on my face, but it didn't help. My reflection showed two of me, both terrified.

"I need to call David," I whispered, fumbling for my phone.

Suddenly, the lights in the bathroom went out. Complete darkness covered me.

"Hello?" My voice echoed against the bathroom tiles. "Is anyone there?"

Panic surged through me. I fumbled for my phone, turning on the flashlight with trembling fingers.

The light caught movement. Two figure in black masks stood by the door, blocking my exit. The light glinted off something metallic in their hands, very sharp daggers.

"Please," I begged, backing up until I hit the wall. "Whatever they're paying you, I'll double it."

They didn't speak. One stepped forward, the blade catching the light from my phone.

"I have money," I pleaded, my voice breaking. "I have a company. Please don't do this."

My limbs felt like lead, the drug making it impossible to fight back or run. The masked figure pushed me, and I collapsed to the floor.

"Please," I sobbed. "I don't want to die."

The tallest among them crouched beside me, knife raised. "Say your last prayer," she whispered.

I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face. Images flashed through my mind, my parents, David's concerned face, even Marcus before everything went wrong.

The dagger descended toward my neck. The bathroom door burst open with a deafening crash....