LOGINOlivia’s POV
Gosh, I’m so fucked.
I’m pregnant, but for whom?
Could it be my one night stand or my traitorous cheat of a boyfriend?
Nothing was certain about that, but I had to do something… but what?
“You have to contact Kane.”
Sally suggested, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I stared at her in disbelief, cheeks painted with tears.
The look on my face said it all.
“I mean, you have to let him know you’re pregnant for him.” She said.
“What? And then what?”
She wiped my cheeks, cleaning the tears on my face. “Look, whatever happened, you need to let him know about the pregnancy.”
I laughed within myself. What if he wasn’t the father? I mean I had a one night stand a week after I was with him.
What were the odds?
Sally turns my head toward her, eyes locked on one another.
“Trust me. No matter what, you have to go tell him.”
I sighed, contemplating on what choice to make.
“You have to.” She whispered to me.
Sally made it seem so easy. It wasn’t, but she was right.
I beamed her a faint smile.
“Alright. I’ll go see Kane.”
She pulled me into a tight hug. “No matter what, you’ve got me okay?”
I nod.
**
Since the whole incident, I’d refuse to pick Kane’s calls or see him. Even tho he had tried seeing me on several occasions.
But today I decided to finally pay him a visit. All thanks to sally.
I walked past a truck that was parked outside, with workers busy loading and unloading stuff.
Stanley met me at the door. His eyes lit up as he saw me, and just like that it fell.
“Miss Olivia, its good to see you.”
“Thank you Stanley. Is Kane home?”
He hesitates. “Yes. Master kane is inside.”
I moved past him and stepped into the Salander manor.
To my surprise, I saw my vile betrayal of a former best friend, Cynthia, sitted with a cup of tea in her hands.
She welcomed me with a smug grin on her face, her eyes burning with joy.
Without hesitation, I turned and moved to leave.
“Please don’t.” Kane said, exiting his seat as he saw me.
Kane closes the distance between us, stretching his hand towards me. I waved my hand in protest, signaling for him not to touch me.
His face falls. “Glad to see you.” He says, voice low and uneven.
From the look of things, he was both happy and sad to see me.
Did I come at the wrong time?
Cynthia made a faint sound, forcing me to glare at her direction.
“What’s she doing here?”
“Oli, I can…” he says before Cynthia interrupts him.
“Who you calling she? I have a name, you do well to remember that.” She shouted as she walked up to us, her arms crossed.
“You have the nerve!” I pointed my fingers at her, anger rising over me.
Cynthia laughs.
There was no atom of regret or sympathy from her.
I stared at her in disbelief.
“Why the hell are you looking at me like that?” She asked, her lips curled in a twist.
Kane intervenes, standing between the both of us. “Cynthia that’s enough.”
“No, it’s not. I want to hear what Olivia has to say.”
“You whore.” The words came out of my mouth like water falling down a hill.
“Whore? Is that what you think of me?” She laughs. “That’s rich of you.”
“Yes that’s who you are!”
“Why? Cause I fucked Kane? Is that it?”
Her words stung deep, I lunged at her.
Kane holds me at bay. “Stop it, Oli.”
Cynthia backs away, holding her tummy carefully. She leans back on a chair, smiling as she cradled her belly.
My eyes stood wide at the sudden realization.
Surely, she couldn’t be. There was no way she could be.
As if reading the thoughts in my mind, Cynthia laughs.
“Yes, sweet Oli.” A mischievous smile on her lips. “It’s exactly as you think. I am pregnant, and it’s for Kane here.”
I felt a cold chill run through me. I wished the ground could open up and swallow me.
“What?”
“Olivia. I’m sorry, I can explain.” Kane gestures for me to calm down.
Cynthia sighed like she’d rip his head off.
“What are you sorry for? You sorry about your baby?”
“Whore!”
Cynthia snaps. “Who you calling whore?”
She moved forward, standing right behind Kane.
“You’re calling me a whore? You think we don’t know about your little night affair?”
I froze. And before I knew it, my hand moved to strike her.
Kane stops me mid-air. “Don’t. Please calm down.”
I didn’t even know when my hand moved.
“Settle down.” He said to her before turning to me. “Oli, I’ve been trying to reach you for weeks now. And you’ve been avoiding me.”
“What does she mean by night affair?” I asked, trying to clear the suspicion.
I wasn’t here for this, the reason I came here was simple. Let him know about the pregnancy. And now I’ve found out my best friend’s pregnant for my boyfriend.
Cynthia rushed forward to speak before he could utter a word.
“We know you went somewhere with a man. And I’m sure you slept with him.”
Her words struck me cold. I wanted to storm at her. But my body wouldn’t move or react.
Cynthia was right.
“That’s enough Cynthia! That’s not important now, it isn’t.” He says to her and then turns to face me again. “You didn’t even wait for me to explain that day.” Kane said in a low tone.
Anger swelled inside me.
“Explain? Explain what!”
How dare they stand here and judge me after what they did?
I laughed. Still brimming with anger.
“You cheated on me!” I screamed at Kane. “And you..” I said to Cynthia. “I thought you were my friend, but you’re just a fucking whore.”
Quickly before Kane could say anything or even try to calm me down, I stormed away.
I was just at the door when I bumped into one of the workers holding a carton box.
The worker lost his grip on it and It’s contents came crashing to the floor as I nearly lost my footing. Lucky for me, Stanley caught me.
When I gained my feet, a familiar object caught my eyes. I’d remember it anywhere.
I saw the mask from my night at the masked bar. It was thesame mask the stranger wore.
The black mask with the tiny red rose etched into it.
Quickly I moved over and picked it up. My fingers hovered over it.
I look up.
“Who’s mask is this?”
The worker stutters. “I’m….sorry ma’am. That’s the boss’s.” He said as he rubbed the back of his head nervously.
Kane and Cynthia were right behind me, outside.
My boyfriend moved over to me.
“Are you okay?” He asked, getting a loud sigh from Cynthia.
“Is this yours?” I showed him the mask.
“Oh, no. That’s my dad’s. He used it a few weeks ago. What’s the matter?”
I froze. Realization taking over.
But the ache in my chest finally feels a little lighter.
My one night stand…. I knew who he was now.
LUCIOUS’S POV"Hey, hey. It’ll be okay."The more Olivia whispered the words to me, the more I felt like it would in fact not be okay. They just wouldn't be okay, and I knew it.But I just couldn't tell her that. Not now. Not after we just gone from the hospital only to learn that what? My son had escaped like a maddened criminal.Olivia is pregnant, and the last thing she needs is to feel the same panic that’s been clawing at the back of my throat since this whole nightmare started.We were standing in the middle of Kane’s bedroom. It was a disaster zone. The TV was a spiderweb of shattered glass, clothes were strewn across the floor like someone had been searching for something they couldn’t find, and the air smelled like stale sweat and anger. The maid had been shaking when she told us how he’d been acting for the last few days. Apparently, he’d been dunking his head in the tub and pacing until the floorboards groaned.Olivia walked over to the window, her hand resting on her bump,
KANE’S POVYou know when you’re sure you’re going to go crazy, so you just like... go crazy? Hah! Yeah. That’s what’s going on with me.Ever since Virgil came to visit me and literally let me realize I was locked up here with just my mind. Just my mind and my fucking regrets!Day three was when I really lost it. The room felt like a coffin lined with silk and expensive wood, and the silence was just so loud. I couldn't take the hum of the TV anymore, that mindless talking heads crap just kept drilling into my skull, so I threw a chair through the screen. Glass everywhere. Then I started on the lamps. Then the nightstand. I think I have claustrophobia now, or maybe I’ve always had it and this house just finished the job. Doesn't matter. My hands were bleeding, the rug was ruined, and I didn't care.Since then, it’s been a blur of me dunking my head into the bathtub and holding my breath until the spots behind my eyes turn into fireworks. It’s the only way to feel anything other than th
VIRGIL’S POV"Fuck that bitch," I muttered as I stepped out of the station, heading to my car and slamming the car door hard enough to rattle the frame.I hated it ewhen a bitch makes me angry. And I hate it even more when a woman makes me call her a bitch.But God, Cynthia is a special kind of stupid. Standing in that grimy room, breathing the same air as her, made my skin crawl. She is greedy and hollow and has no idea how deep this hole goes, like what did she think was going to happen? Very easily poison Loucious? Just like that?I pulled out of the precinct, the city traffic blurring into a mess of taillights and noise. My hands were gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. I hated this. I hated that it had come to this. I know it was my job to clean shit up as the lawyer of the Salanders but this is not just any clean up.It's not like Lucious hasn't been targeted before but those people were easy to erase. This was his supposed son, and his damn brother. So what th
CYNTHIA’S POVThe next morning started with the cold and the sound of heavy boots approaching my cell. I had spent the night curled in the corner of that miserable bunk, my black eye throbbing in sync with the leaky faucet in the corner. When the guard grabbed my arm, he didn't offer a word, just a forceful shove that sent me stumbling into the hallway. I managed to glance at Gustov’s cell but he wasn't in there."Keep walking," the guard grunted, his hand firm on my shoulder.I didn't argue, I didn't have the strength to. I just followed the path, my mind desperately trying to construct a narrative. I didn't know anything. Gustov was just a friend. Kane was just a boy with issues. I ran these lines over and over until they felt like the truth.When we reached the interrogation room, the air was different. It was stale and charged with a quiet, predatory tension. The table was bolted to the floor, and the chair I was pushed into was hard, cold, and designed to make me feel small. I sa
CYNTHIA’S POVThe drive from where we were picked to the station didn't even take as long as I honestly thought.The cell however was almost like a goddamn prison. Damp, cold and just with a gross aura about it.Now, every time I blinked, my left eye pulsed with a sharp, sickening throb. Gustov had punched me right as the officers were shoving us into the intake area, his rage spilling over because the plan had crumbled. Because it was my fault.My skin felt tight and hot, the bruise already blooming into a dark, ugly violet, but I couldn't bring myself to hate him for it. He was just under so much pressure, it's not his fault.We both were. He was an intense man, a man who felt things with a violence that could sometimes be overwhelming, but It was okay because I knew he didn't mean to be cruel. He was just agitated, and I was the closest thing to him.Unfortunately the police didn't understand, so they separated us immediately. Gustov was in the single cell directly across the narro
KANE’S POVThe silence in my bedroom was suffocating. I meant my old bedroom in my father's house. For some reason I was brought here.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the polished mahogany of the floor, listening to the heavy thud of boots in the hallway. Guards. My father had stationed them outside my door like I was a common criminal instead of his son or whatever I was supposed to be.It's so crazy, the one thing I thought I was in my life, I wasn't. I wasn't a Salander. That revelation still felt like a bruise on my soul that refused to heal.I looked at my hands. They were trembling. Everything I had worked for, every back I had stabbed, every lie I had told, had culminated in this. I thought about Olivia, I thought about the way she looked at me in the parking lot, the look of pity that was a thousand times worse than the rage I had expected. I had cheated on her, replaced her with Cynthia, and then tried to turn my father into a vegetable. Why? Because I wanted the com







