Chapter 11: Debauchery in the Garage
Chapter 11: Debauchery in the Garage
(Olivia’s POV)
The remaining pieces slipped from my numb fingers.
Clara had a daughter.
“When I was packing Clara’s belongings,” Rhonda explained softly, “I found a photo album filled with a little girl’s growth pictures. She has short hair and bears a striking resemblance to Leo at first glance.”
My heart hammered against my ribs. “Can you bring me that album?”
“What are you looking for?” Theodore’s voice cut through the silence from the doorway.
Under the warm yellow light, his silk home clothes softened his normally stern features. I noticed he’d discarded the suit he’d worn to The Onyx Lounge – probably reeking of Clara’s scent.
“It’s nothing,” I replied coldly, moving toward the door.
“Is it this photo album?” Theodore produced a leather–bound photo album from behind his back. “This is about a child recommended for adoption by Matron Willow from Lyra’s Hope Sanctuary.”
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He flipped through pages showing the same little girl from infancy to present day. “These photos sent a few days ago. Notice how much she resembles Leo?”
My breath caught as I studied the images. The resemblance was undeniable.
“Leo mentioned making a friend at The Sunstone Fairgrounds,” Theodore continued. “This very child. The sanctuary pups visited there the same day.”
I took the album with trembling hands, my heart softening despite everything. Clara’s slender figure showed no signs of having given birth, and female wolves could never bear separation from their own pups. I was being overly suspicious.
The sanctuary had been my mother Lyra’s property before her death, now managed by The Lyra Blackwood Memorial Trust. Matron Willow wouldn’t deceive me, especially since Theodore didn’t know about this connection
Willow suggested we adopt her. Haven’t you always wanted to adopt a girl?” Theodore’s arms encircled my shoulders gently “We should adopt this child to grow up with Leo. They’re already friends, and she looks so much like our son. It’s like fate”
Knowing I’d be gone in twenty–nine days, I frowned. “I no longer plan to adopt a child.”
Theodore’s eyes widened with concern. He cupped my face in his warm hands. “What’s wrong? Why did you change your mind about wanting a daughter?
Under his scrutinizing gaze, I realized how well he knew me after ten years together my habits, preferences,
To avoid arousing suspicion before Matthew’s people arrived, I needed to be convincingly.
ady too difficult to manage (said, lowering my head sadly” fear I couldn’t care for another child
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properly.”
Thinking of Leo hiding that family photo, my voice broke slightly.
Theodore’s eyes dimmed with what looked like genuine regret. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have agreed to let my mother bring Clara into our home. I shouldn’t have left you to bear the responsibility of raising Leo alone.”
His thumb traced my cheekbone tenderly. “Such things won’t happen again. Let’s at least meet the child first.
If we don’t connect with her, we can make other arrangements.”
| hummed agreement while touching the little girl’s photo, my heart aching for reasons I couldn’t name.
Theodore pulled me against his chest, stroking my long hair with reverent fingers. “And stop secretly seeing doctors and taking moonlight herbs. Please.”
The words hit like a physical blow. My nose stung and tears burst forth uncontrollably.
For five years, I’d sought medical help trying to conceive a daughter while he was unfaithful for those same five years. The cruel irony was suffocating.
I would never forgive him. Never.
Theodore noticed my trembling shoulders and whispered comfort about finding our perfect daughter and how happy our family of four would be.
If only he knew there would be no “our family” in thirty days.
Later that night, Theodore brought my evening primrose tea as usual. While he was distracted adjusting the curtains, I spilled the drugged liquid onto the carpet beside the bed and quickly feigned sleep.
He slipped into bed carefully, gathering me against his warm body. His hands found my perpetually cold feet – a consequence of my wolf’s slumber – and warmed them between his thighs with practiced tenderness.
His gentleness toward me remained unchanged, yet he still betrayed me nightly. Tears slid down my closed eyelids as I fought to keep my breathing even.
After what felt like hours, I heard rustling movements and the soft click of the door closing. I struggled to sit up, touching the warm spot where he’d lain.
Despite telling myself nothing mattered anymore, my feet carried me toward the underground garage.
The sight that greeted me stole what remained of my breath.
Among the neatly parked luxury cars, in my Porsche Panamera, Theodore sat with his back to me. Clara straddled him lewdly, their sounds of i*********e echoing through the concrete space.
Clara’s eyes met mine over Theodore’s shoulder. She smiled triumphantly while grinding against him, her
arms wrapped around his neck.
I know you didn’t want to seern heartless,” she whispered loud enough for me to hear “so you didn’t stop Olivia from bullying me today, I don’t blame you.”
I watched her writhe wantonly on top of him. Theodore’s response was crude and brutal – slapping her face and grabbing her throat.
“You desperate we he growled. “Conung here injured just to get **** like the bh you are.
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His wild, animalistic demeanor was nothing like the gentle man who warmed my feet minutes ago. I didn’t
know which face was truly his.
I turned and walked away on numb legs.
(Clara’s POV)
Theodore suddenly tensed beneath me, roughly pushing me away. He spun around wildly, searching the
empty garage.
“What’s wrong?” I panted, trying to pull him back to me.
“Nothing.” he muttered, but his eyes remained suspicious. “Just thought I heard something.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck again, deliberately pressing my breasts against his chest. “Didn’t you give her the tea? She must be sleeping soundly now.” I whispered in his ear, unaware that she had just
watched our live broadcast.
But Theodore’s grip on my throat tightened dangerously.
“If you dare come here looking for me again,” his voice was ice–cold against my ear, “and Livvy finds out, I’ll strip you naked and throw you into the wilderness graveyard to feed the wolves.”
I pretended to tremble in fear, clinging tightly to him. I didn’t believe it at all–he was just putting on an act. Five years of passion couldn’t be erased by one night’s theatrics.
(Olivia’s POV)
I don’t remember returning to my room. I sat on the bed all night while Theodore never came back.
When we met at breakfast, he was impeccably dressed, claiming he’d had an emergency international conference and slept in the study to avoid disturbing.me.
I didn’t respond. Instead, I marked a heavy X on yesterday’s calendar date and circled my departure day.
Twenty–nine days remaining.
“Prepare for a complete renovation, I announced to the assembled servants. “Smash everything in the manor. Everything. Especially that Porsche Panamera in the underground garage.”
The staff exchanged surprised glances but nodded without question
“Everything disgusts me,” I continued flatly. “I can’t stay another second in-”
“Are you crazy?” A scream cut me off.
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