Heather
In about an hour time, Markian had regained consciousness and I was filled with relief.
Daniel arrived at the hospital immediately we got here in the ambulance, and have been running errands ever since.
The doctor had told us that Markian temporarily lost his neurological abilities, and that caused his paralysis.
He also told us that it was temporal, and that Markian would soon be able to move his body fully in no time.
I was grateful but also very furious with him and especially with that neurotic wretch. I wanted to go file a report at the police station against her, but Daniel asked me to calm down.
Love really does make these two act like mad men.
First, Markian willfully ate a food laced with poison and is currently on the hospital bed, paralyzed. While, Daniel doesn’t want to see just how dangerous Livy is to others and to herself.
He suggested that i should wait till Markian could talk to us, that Markian would decide if he wants Livy arrested for trying to kill him or not.
So, I waited anxiously and impatiently for Markian to say the words and I can finally give that wench a piece of my mind.
About 2hrs later after we got to the hospital, Markian was finally able to speak.
“Livy?…” he called out, sending me into a fury.
“Really Markian? You can finally speak and the first name you could call out is ‘Livy’?” I asked angrily.
But he didn’t mind me, he just continued adamantly, “Where is she?… where is my wife?”
“…’Your wife’ tried to kill you. So, I’m sure as hell going to rip her face off if I see her even an inch close to this hospital.” I replied furiously.
I wasn’t joking, I was dead serious. I don’t care what she meant to me in the past, or what she meant to Markian. Her action today have completely shown just how evil and dangerous she really was.
“Heather… where is she?” he requested sternly.
“In jail I hope. I was about to go make a report to the police to get her arrested immediately.” I blurted out honestly.
“Please, Heather… don’t do that.” he pleaded.
“Why not?! Why can’t you see that she doesn’t love you. She wanted to kill- you today, Markian. Take the hint!” I resorted.
“I know, ok?! I get that she poisoned my food, but I don’t want you to do anything to her. Just let it go, ok? I’ll handle it.” he stated.
Handle it? What’s there to handle? Hand her over to the police or a mental institution and let her be their problem.
“And how are you planning to ‘handle it’, huh? Unless it involves a separation between you and that mental case, there is no other kind of ‘handling it’ I’ll accept.” I stated a bit calmly.
He needed to know just how serious I was here, and that this was not just an attack on his life but on all of us.
“Don’t worry. We planned to have a separation even before this happened anyway. I’ll handle-everything.” He reassured.
“Good… because the farther we all stay away from her, the better for us all.” I said, as I leaned in to give his immobile body a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Both him and Daniel mean so much to me, and seeing him on the floor at his office few hours ago scared the hell out of me. I felt a kind of pain that I’ve only ever felt once in my life, and it was devastating.
I never wanted to set my eyes on Olivia Luthel ever again.
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VIDEO RECORDING…(3days Ago)
My name is Olivia Markian Winfrey, Heiress of the Luthel Empire, Leader of the Verc and the wife of Markian Winfrey.
Never have I ever dreamt of being any of these- in fact, I wanted a very normal life and the plan was simple.
Protect my twin sister at all cost, never argue with Judy Luthel and stay far away from the Winfrey’s.
But 4months ago, my life and dreams crumbled as I lost my sister, argued with my mother and ended up ‘Married To My Sister’s Husband’, Markian Winfrey.
I still tried to pick up the pieces of my life and see if I could put together something nice, but my marriage ended even before it started.
On our honeymoon trip to the Caribbean 3months ago, the day after Mr. Gracía’s party and the day before Felicity’s death, I received a call from an unknown number.
“Mrs- Markian Winfrey?” the voice asked distorted and almost automated, like a robot.
“Yes?… who is this?” I asked in response.
“Congratulations!!! you are the contestant in a new game called the ‘Game of Life’.” the voice replied automatedly.
It’s no new thing to receive a prank call every now and then, so I decided to end the call.
“No, thank you. I’m not interested in playing any game,” I replied casually.
I was about to end the call, until I heard the rest of what the voice said to me.
“It’s not really your choice whether to play or not to play. Don’t worry, the rules are very simple. All you have to do is to complete each task given to you within the estimated time, and in return- your friends and family members would be spared.” he cited.
“Don’t you- ever call this number ever again” I replied with gritted teeth and ended the call.
I placed my phone on the bed and moved towards the window, when I heard the terrible voice again.
Fear engulfed me as I turn and stared at my phone on the bed. I had ended that call, I’m sure of it. So, how is he still talking through my phone.
“You are still ever as unpleasant as you’ve always been, Olivia???” he said in spite.
I don’t do well when threatened, so that moment all my senses went off as I just stood there with the phone in my ear.
“Who… the hell a… re you?” I managed to ask terrified.
“Someone who really hates you and wishes to expose you to the world for what you really are.” He claimed.
“Ex… pose me? Expose me… for what? Have I… done anything to… wrong you?” I said a bit unnerved.
I racked my head to know if I’ve really done something so bad I could be exposed of, and nothing.
Whoever this person was, he wasn’t joking or trying to play pranks with me. I was sure I ended that call, but his voice is still being heard through my phone.
“Oh, you’ll be amazed the number of evil you’ve committed that your mummy dearest have helped to sweep under the rug and made you and the world forget.” He cited directly.
My stomach clenched and tied itself to a knot. I was finding it hard to understand how this person knew about my lost memories.
“What… do you… want from me?” I asked with shaky voice.
“I want you to corporate and keep this a secret between us. I don’t want to hurt those close to you, but… who am I kidding, of course I want to hurt them all. How else would I be able to make you feel pain and anguish if I don’t hurt them? So, for every task you fail to accomplish, I’ll just have to choose between your mother, Heather, Daniel or Markian to pay the price for your insolence.” He stated.
Why hurt my family? Could he even? My mother is the Leader of the Verc. Heather, Daniel and Markian have grown up in harsher environment than blackmailing. Would he really be able to hurt them? I wondered.
“So, for your first task. I want you to share Markian’s bed. That shouldn’t be hard since you since you’re obviously on your honeymoon, right?.” he stated plainly.
Since the voice was automated and some what distorted, I couldn’t get much emotion from it what so ever. I couldn’t tell how sternly or vicious his threats and commands were.
But each time he answered back, I felt even more scared and terrified, I wanted it to stop.
And how he knew details of my life, like how he knew Markian and I are on our honeymoon- our marriage isn’t open for random people to make sure guesses. Or how he knows that Markian and I haven’t shared a bed together.
He knew the fact that Markian despises me and also my personal conviction to give myself to my husband, only when he finally falls in love with me or at the very least dislikes me less.
He knew my fear of being intimate with a man who hates me, and he wants to use that fear against me.
He says little but those few words mean so much. I wasn’t overthinking things, I was quite sure of that- but I still didn’t want to give in.