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....

OLIVIA

The bathroom door exploded inward with a bang that echoed off the tiles. Through my blurred vision, I saw a familiar figure charging through the darkness.

"David?" I whispered, barely conscious.

He didn't hesitate. Grabbing a metal towel rack, he swung it at the first masked woman. The sound of metal hitting bone made me flinch. She screamed and dropped her dagger, blood streaming from her head.

The second woman lunged at him, but David was faster. The towel rack caught her across the shoulder, sending her crashing into the mirror. Glass shattered everywhere with deafening noise.

"Don't move!" David shouted at them, his voice deadly. "Olivia, stay with me."

I tried to respond but darkness was pulling me under. The last thing I heard was David calling 911, his voice urgent and panicked.

"I need an ambulance and police at the Grand Plaza Hotel immediately. Two women just tried to murder someone."

Everything went black...

*****

I woke up to the sound of beeping machines and the smell of antiseptic. My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and my mouth was dry as sandpaper.

"Olivia?" David's voice was soft, worried. "You're awake."

I turned my head slowly. He was sitting beside my hospital bed, his shirt torn and blood on his knuckles. Dark circles shadowed his eyes.

"The women..." I croaked.

"In custody. Both of them." His jaw tightened. "They're not talking, but the police found money transfers from an offshore account."

Before I could ask more questions, the hospital room door burst open. Marcus strode in like he owned the place, Victoria and Natalie trailing behind him. All three wore perfect masks of concern.

"Olivia!" Marcus rushed to my bedside. "My God, what happened to you?"

I stared at him in disbelief. How could he stand there acting innocent when he knew exactly what had happened?

"Where were you?" David stood up, blocking Marcus from getting closer to me. "Your wife was nearly murdered while you were conveniently absent."

"I was handling business," Marcus replied smoothly. "I had no idea anyone would hurt Olivia."

Victoria stepped forward, her face a picture of fake worry. "This is so terrible. Who would want to hurt our sweet Olivia?"

The audacity made my stomach turn. "You know exactly who," I whispered.

"What are you talking about?" Natalie asked, her voice dripping with false concern. "You're confused from whatever those women gave you."

Dr. Martinez entered, clipboard in hand. His expression was grim. "Mrs. Thompson, you were poisoned with a combination of sedatives and hallucinogens. If Mr. Lawrence hadn't found you when he did..."

He didn't need to finish. We all knew what would have happened.

David's hands clenched into fists. "She was drugged at your party, Marcus. Where were you when someone was trying to kill your wife?"

"Now wait just a minute," Marcus stepped closer to David, his friendly mask slipping. "Don't you dare blame me for this."

"Then explain how she got poisoned under your watch," David shot back. "Explain why you left her alone with people who clearly wanted to hurt her."

I watched the two men face off, tension crackling between them. Marcus was bigger, but David looked ready to tear him apart with his bare hands.

"David found you because your phone call went through at the last second," Dr. Martinez said to me quietly. "He heard you scream and traced your location."

Marcus whipped around. "She called you? Why would she call you instead of me?"

"Because he actually cares if I live or die," I said, my voice stronger now. The drugs were wearing off, and anger was replacing the fog.

Victoria made a disgusted sound. "You're being dramatic again, Olivia. Marcus loves you."

"Does he?" I looked directly at Marcus. "Then why were you planning to file for divorce next week? Why are you and Sophia planning your engagement?"

Marcus's face went white. Natalie and Victoria exchanged panicked glances.

"How did you..." Marcus started.

"They told me," I said. "Right before someone tried to kill me."

David moved closer to my bed, reaching for my hand. "Olivia, you don't have to deal with this now."

Marcus grabbed David's wrist before he could touch me. "Don't. She's my wife."

"Some husband you are," David snarled, jerking free. "She almost died tonight."

"Gentlemen, please," Dr. Martinez intervened. "Mrs. Thompson needs rest."

But neither man backed down. They stared at each other like wolves circling territory.

"I want to know who hired those women," David said, his voice deadly quiet. "And I'm going to find out."

Victoria laughed nervously. "You're acting like we had something to do with it. We're victims here too."

"Are you?" David turned his sharp gaze on her. "Because those offshore payments? They'll be traced. Every transaction, every communication."

Natalie grabbed Victoria's arm. "We should go. Olivia needs rest."

"I'm not going anywhere," Marcus declared, settling into the chair on my other side. "My place is with my wife."

The word 'wife' sounded like a threat coming from his mouth. David's jaw twitched, and I could see him struggling not to punch Marcus.

"Your place?" David's voice was ice. "You weren't there when she needed you. You left her with people who wanted her dead."

"That's enough," Marcus stood up, getting in David's face. "I don't know who you think you are, but.."

"I'm someone who actually gives a damn about her safety," David cut him off.

The tension in the room was suffocating. Victoria stood by the door looking bored, while Natalie kept glancing between the two men nervously.

My heart monitor started beeping faster as stress flooded my system. Both men looked at me with concern, but neither backed down.

"Olivia," Marcus said, his voice softening as he reached for my hand again. "Tell him. Tell him you're my wife and I'm not leaving your side."

David moved to block him. "After what happened tonight? You really think..."

The door opened again, and a police detective walked in. "Mrs. Thompson? I need to ask you some questions about tonight's attack."

Everyone froze. Victoria's face went pale. Natalie stepped closer to the door.

The detective looked around the crowded room. "I'll need to speak with each of you separately about your whereabouts tonight."

Marcus and David were still locked in their staring contest, neither willing to back down. The air crackled with unspoken threats.

But it was Victoria's expression that caught my attention. For just a moment, her mask slipped, and I saw something that chilled me to the bone.

Pure, undiluted hatred.

The detective pulled out his notepad. "Let's start with you, Mr. Thompson. Where exactly were you when your wife was attacked?"

Olivia's POV

The steady beeping of machines pulled me from the darkness like a rope dragging me up from the bottom of a deep well. My eyelids felt heavy, as if someone had sewn weights into them. The fluorescent lights above burned my eyes, making me squint as I tried to focus on the sterile white ceiling.

My mouth tasted like metal and bitter medicine. Every muscle in my body ached, and my head pounded with a rhythm that matched the heart monitor beside my bed. I tried to sit up, but my arms felt like jelly.

"Easy there," a gentle voice said from somewhere to my right. I turned my head slowly, fighting the dizziness that came with the movement.

A young nurse with kind brown eyes was adjusting my IV drip. Her name tag read 'Sarah.' She smiled at me with genuine warmth. "You're safe now, Mrs. Caldwell. How are you feeling?"

"Like I got hit by a truck," I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper. "What time is it?"

"It's almost noon. You've been sleeping for about twelve hours." Sarah checked the chart at the foot of my bed. "The doctor said that was normal after what you went through. Your body needed time to process all those drugs they gave you."

The memories came flooding back like a dam breaking. Victoria's cruel laughter. Natalie's satisfied smirk. The masked women with their knives. David crashes through the bathroom door like a hero from an action movie.

"David," I said suddenly, trying to push myself up on my elbows. "Is he okay? Did they hurt him?"

"Mr. Chen is fine," Sarah assured me, gently pushing me back down onto the pillows. "He's been here most of the night, actually. I only left about an hour ago to get some coffee and make phone calls. He should be back soon."

Relief washed over me. At least David was safe. At least someone in this world still cared whether I lived or died.

"The police want to talk to you when you feel up to it," Sarah continued, making notes on my chart. "But there's no rush. The doctor's orders are rest and fluids for now."

I nodded weakly. The police questioning could wait. Right now, I just wanted to close my eyes and pretend none of this had happened. Pretend my husband hadn't tried to have me killed. Pretend my sister didn't hate me enough to watch me die.

"I'll let you rest," Sarah said, patting my hand gently. "Press the call button if you need anything. I'll be just down the hall."

After she left, the room fell silent except for the soft humming of medical equipment. I stared at the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. How had my life fallen apart so completely in just a few days?

Four years of marriage. Four years of thinking I was loved, wanted, cherished. All of it had been a lie. Marcus had never loved me. He'd married me for my family's company shares, nothing more. I was just a business transaction to him.

And Victoria. Sweet, quiet Victoria who I'd grown up with, who I'd shared secrets with, who I'd considered my real sister. She'd been plotting against me for months. Maybe years.

The betrayal cut deeper than any physical wound. These people had been my family. My whole world. And they'd been planning to destroy me all along.

A soft knock on the door interrupted my dark thoughts. I looked up, expecting to see David or maybe Dr. Martinez, but the hallway was empty. Strange.

"Hello?" I called out, but got no response.

I waited a few moments, listening carefully. The hospital was full of sounds, footsteps in the corridor, distant conversations, the ding of elevators. But there was no one at my door.

Must have been my imagination. The drugs were probably still messing with my head.

I was just settling back into my pillows when I noticed something that made my blood run cold. There, on the small tray table beside my bed, was a piece of white paper that definitely hadn't been there before.

With trembling hands, I reached for it. The paper was folded once, with no writing on the outside. My heart hammered against my ribs as I unfolded it.

The message inside was typed in simple black letters:

'This time, David won't save you.'

The paper slipped from my fingers and fluttered to the floor. I stared at it in horror, my mind racing.

Someone had been in my room. Someone had gotten past hospital security, past the nurses' station, past whatever protection the police might have arranged. They'd walked right up to my bed while I was sleeping and left me a death threat.

But who? And how?

My hands shook as I reached for the call button, but then I stopped. What was I going to tell the nurses? That someone had threatened me? They'd want to see the note, call the police, make a big fuss. And what if whoever left it was still nearby? What if they were watching, waiting to see my reaction?

I forced myself to take slow, deep breaths. Think, Olivia. Think clearly.

The hospital room was private, on the fourth floor. There were security cameras in the hallways. Nurses at the station. Visitor logs at the main entrance. Getting in here without being noticed would be difficult for a stranger.

But it wouldn't be difficult for someone who belonged here. Someone who had legitimate access. Someone who could walk these halls without raising suspicion. My blood turned to ice water as the realization hit me.

It had to be someone close. Someone with connections. Someone who could get past security because they had every right to be here. Marcus. He was my husband. He could visit me anytime he wanted.

Victoria. She was listed as my emergency contact, my sister.Natalie. She was family too, Marcus's sister. Even Dr. Martinez or the nursing staff, anyone could have slipped that note onto my tray while pretending to check on me.

But wait. Sarah had said David only left an hour ago. She'd been in and out of my room regularly. When would someone have had the chance to leave this note without being seen?

Unless...

Unless it was someone Sarah wouldn't question. Someone who belonged here. Someone she'd assume had permission to be in my room.

My stomach twisted with a new fear. The attack at the hotel had failed. The masked assassins were in custody. But clearly, whoever wanted me dead hadn't given up. They were just getting more creative. And more personal.

The note wasn't just a threat. It was a message. 'I can get to you anywhere. Even here, in what should be the safest place. Even with guards and cameras and nurses. You're never truly safe.'

I looked around the room with new eyes, searching every shadow, every corner. Was someone watching me right now? Were there cameras hidden somewhere? How did they know David had saved me? How did they know he wouldn't always be there to protect me?

The machines around me seemed louder now, more ominous. Every sound in the hallway made me jump. Every footstep could be someone coming to finish what they'd started.

I picked up the note from the floor with shaking fingers and read it again. The typing was neat, professional. No fingerprints, probably. No way to trace it.

But the message was clear: 'We're not done with you.'

My heart pounded so hard I was sure it would set off alarms on the monitors. I needed to call David. I needed to tell the police. I needed to get out of here. But first, I needed to figure out who I could trust.

Because as I stared at that threatening note, one terrifying truth became crystal clear: Only someone very close to me could have gotten into this room unnoticed.

And that meant the real danger wasn't some stranger in a mask. It was someone I knew..