Chapter 2: The Golden Cage

Olivia's Attempt to Escape

Rain poured down in sheets as Olivia hurried down the black street, her coat wrapped tightly around her. She continued to glance over her shoulder every other step, her heart pounding. The divorce lawyer's office was ahead of her, a small, inconspicuous building stuck between a pawn shop and a boarded-up store.

She pushed open the door, the bell jingling softly. The lawyer, a middle-aged man with tired eyes, looked up from his desk. "Mrs. Harrington," he said, gesturing for her to sit. "I wasn't sure you'd come."

Olivia sank into the chair, her hands trembling as she clutched her purse. "I need your help," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need to get out of this marriage."

The lawyer leaned forward, his expression grave. "Victor Harrington is one of the most powerful men in the city. If you try to stand up to him, he'll ruin you."

"He already has," Olivia whispered, her voice breaking. "Please. There has to be a way."

The lawyer let out a sigh and produced a stack of papers. "We can try it. But you have to understand the risks.".

As Olivia stepped outside the office building, there was a glimmer of hope in her heart—until she saw the black sedan parked outside. Her breath caught up. Victor's driver sat in the driver's seat, staring straight at her.

She spun around and ran the other way, her heart thudding. But the car rolled down the curb after her. She was running, her heels pounding on the wet sidewalk. The car accelerated, steering her out into the cross street.

The window rolled down, and Victor's voice cut above the rain. "Get into the car, Olivia."

She stopped and thought frantically. But there was nowhere to go. Not yet.

The Envelope

Olivia perched on the edge of the bed, hands steepled in her lap. The door creaked as Victor stepped inside, his face expressionless.

"Did you have a nice day, darling?" he asked, his tone insincerely cheerful.

Olivia forced a smile. "Just running errands."

Victor's lips curled into a sneer as he pulled an envelope from his jacket pocket. "I think you'll find this… interesting."

He threw it onto the bed. Olivia's hands shook as she opened it, her stomach queasy from looking at the pictures within. There she was, entering the lawyer's office, her face easy to see.

"You thought I wouldn't recognize you?" Victor breathed, his voice dangerous and low. "You thought you could leave me?"

Olivia's breath was caught. "Victor, I—"

He stopped her, holding her chin in place and forcing her to look into his eyes. "You're mine, Olivia. And if you ever try to leave me again, I'll make you wish you hadn't."

The Private Investigator

The next morning, Olivia was seated at the kitchen table, her coffee getting cold. Victor had left for work, but his presence loomed over her like a cloud.

She pulled out her phone, her hands trembling as she typed in a name: Damien Cross.

The results were minimal, but one item jumped off the page. It was from years ago, a blurry photograph of a man being taken away in handcuffs. The headline read: "Con man Damien Cross arrested in high-profile scam."

Olivia's heart was racing. If Victor's private investigator dug too deep, they'd find out what really happened in her past—about Damien, about the life she'd left behind.

She needed to move fast.

The Warning

Victor returned home that evening; his expression grim. He didn't say a word as he entered the living room, where Olivia pretended to read.

"We need to talk," he snarled.

Olivia's heart skipped a beat. "About what?"

Victor sat down and pulled out a file. He threw it onto the coffee table. Inside, there were pictures of Olivia and Damien together years ago. Her stomach curled up.

"Explain," Victor ordered, his voice ominously flat.

Olivia's head reeled. "It was a long time ago," she stuttered. "It doesn't count."

Victor leaned forward, his eyes blazing. "You're lying. And if I discover that you've been lying to me….,"

He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to.

The Breaking Point

That night, Olivia lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Victor's words echoed in her mind, a reminder of danger that lurked.

She remembered the photos, the private investigator, the way Victor's grip on her life tightened day by day. She remembered Damien, the life she'd left behind, the secrets that would destroy her.

And she made a decision.

She crept from the bed, waddled over to Victor's safe. She'd watched him enter the code numerous times, memorizing the sequence.

The safe creaked open, and Olivia's breath was caught. There were stacks of money, gems, and one flash drive. She grabbed it, her hands trembling.

But she hadn't shut the safe when a voice came out of the shadows.

"Finding something?"

Olivia froze, her heart pounding. Victor was in the doorway, his face impenetrable.

"I can explain," she whispered.

Victor stepped closer, his eyes blazing. "You've made a mistake, Olivia. And now you'll pay for it."