Chapter 6
Everyone in the room who understood Gravellian burst into loud laughter, their eyes turning either mocking or lewd as they looked at Olivia.
Dylan frowned, clearly annoyed. Olivia was still his wife. Even if he didn’t love her, it wasn’t anyone else’s place to humiliate her. Insulting her was
an insult to him too.
Dylan was about to speak when Chloe leaned into his arms again, looking up at him with teary eyes full of grievance.
Dylan swallowed the words that had almost left his mouth. He thought, ‘Olivia insulted Chloe first. Letting her get put in her place isn’t the worst thing.
Suddenly, a sharp slap rang through the room, cutting off all the mocking laughter.
Everyone turned toward Olivia in shock. She had just slapped Kaitlyn so hard she hit the ground. Kaitlyn lay there, stunned, not moving for a long
moment.
Olivia swept her eyes indifferently around the room and said in an even tone, “Even if it’s just a show fight, not just anyone can get on that stage. “If I’ve got what it takes to smother someone with my boobs till they black out, then I’ve got what it takes to slap someone dead with my hand. You guys don’t believe me? Try me.”
The private room fell completely silent. Everyone was stunned by her presence. No one dared challenge her or even look her in the eye.
Olivia snorted, “None of you even have the guts to go up against someone like me, who used to fight in erotic matches. All you know how to do is slut–shame. No wonder you get along with Chloe–trash always finds its own kind.”
After saying that, she turned and walked away. She had no interest in staying around that group of people.
At the bar out front, Olivia asked for a bottle of vodka. She sat drinking alone, trying to drown the frustration that just wouldn’t go away.
It wasn’t the fact that someone had brought up her past in the ring that upset her. It was what had driven her to that ring in the first place.
Eight years ago, Olivia’s grandfather Bradley Kaur’s family business had suffered a complete financial collapse. The capital chain had broken, the stock market had crashed, and in the end, the company had gone bankrupt.
After the Kaur family had entered bankruptcy liquidation, they had been left with tens of billions in debt. The other shareholders and responsible parties had fled abroad in advance after donating away their assets, leaving the Kaur family to take all the blame.
Olivia’s eldest uncle, Frank Kaur, had been arrested and imprisoned. Her grandmother, Erica Kaur, hadn’t been able to handle the shock and had died on the spot
Other than Frank, eleven members of the Kaur family had been held under the control of debt collectors.
The collectors, believing the Kaur family had fallen beyond salvation and had no way of repaying the debt, had taken out their anger on them with humiliation and abuse.
Olivia’s mother, Natalie Kaur, hadn’t been spared either. She had fallen naked from a high–rise hotel, dying in front of the public in the most disgraceful way imaginable.
When Olivia had rushed to the scene, she had found Natalie lying in a pool of blood, her body covered with a suit jacket–that jacket had preserved the last bit of Natalie’s dignity.
Later, Olivia had reviewed the hotel surveillance and learned that it had been Dylan who had put that jacket over Natalie. He had ordered his men to drive the crowd away and had forced them to delete every photo and video they had taken.
That tiny bit of kindness Olivia had received in the depths of despair had grown inside her through all the years of darkness, until it had completely filled her heart.
After taking care of Natalie’s funeral, Olivia had gone to fight in the Vixen Ring to save the Kaur family.
It had been a fighting venue that used croticism as a selling point, with extremely strict requirements for appearance and body type.
Olivia had been stunningly beautiful, with a petite and curvy figure that happened to match the tastes of certain depraved billionaires, so she had gotten in easily.
The matches had required revealing outfits and seductive poses during combat. In addition to all–female fights, there had also been mixed–gender matches–and she had done both.
Olivia’s past was disgraceful, but she didn’t regret it. That had been the only place where she could earn over a million dollars a month.
Even though that kind of income, no matter how long she had kept fighting, would never have been enough to pay off the full debt, at least it had helped minimize the loss for the creditors and made them stop torturing the Kaur family.
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Olivia had fought in the Vixen Ring for five years until three years ago when Morgan had found her and said he had owed her grandmother Erica something back in the day.
Now that Erica was gone, Morgan had wanted to repay that debt through Olivia.
Erica had been Morgan’s first love. But back then, he had taken the compensation money from the deaths of Erica’s father and his war buddies to start a business in the city, leaving Erica behind to clean up the mess. It had nearly killed her.
Maybe it had been because of his old age, or maybe fear of karma–Morgan had started trying to do good and had searched for Erica, wanting to make up for his past mistakes.
Unfortunately, Erica had already passed away. So Morgan had turned to Olivia.
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But Morgan had always been a selfish man. He hadn’t been willing to let the Wilson family’s wealth fall into an outsider’s hands, so he had only agreed to help the Kaur family if Olivia married Dylan.
Olivia had agreed. After she and Dylan had gotten married, Morgan had paid three hundred million dollars in one go, and had also used several Novara Group orders to help offset the debt, allowing the Kaur family to repay their private creditors.
But the real burden had been what the Kaur family had owed the banks. The sum had been too massive–even the Wilson family couldn’t cover it
all.
The most the Wilson family had been able to do was pay a fixed amount every month to help with the interest.
Olivia tipped her head back and downed her entire glass of liquor, her mind racing,
She had no idea how long Morgan had left. Once he died, the Kaur family would be right back on the edge of ruin. She had to secure something before Morgan passed away–something that would ensure the Kaur family could survive after Morgan was gone.
The day she’d gone to Morgan to tell him about the trip, he’d said that if she gave birth to a Wilson heir, he’d give a portion of Novara Group’s shares to her in his will. Otherwise, her name wouldn’t appear in it at all.
In Morgan’s mind, as long as she had a child, whatever he gave her would ultimately go to that child. The money would still stay within the Wilson family.
So, Olivia had to have a baby. Even if it wasn’t Dylan’s, as long as Morgan witnessed her pregnancy, that would be enough.
With Dylan being the ever–obedient grandson, there was no way the child’s identity would be exposed before Morgan passed.
And once Morgan died, the will would already be in effect. Even if the truth about the child’s identity came out then, it wouldn’t make much of a difference.
“Miss, are you here alone? You look like you’re from Gravellia too, right? Want to grab a drink together?” someone suddenly asked.
Olivia turned her head and saw a short young man, dressed loud and flashy, leaning against the bar and eyeing her like she was prey.
The moment she looked his way, he ran a hand through his bangs, struck what he thought was a charming pose, and even tossed her a flirty look.
Olivia looked away and said flatly, “Not interested. Back off”
Instead of leaving, the short guy stepped in even closer. “Don’t be like that. It’s not every day you run into a fellow Gravellian overseas. Come on, let’s have a little fun.”
When Olivia ignored him, he seemed a little offended, and started sizing her up with a scornful, sleazy smirk. “What, think you’re too good for Gravellian guys Out here trying to land a foreigner?”
Then he snorted. “Gravellian girls are such a joke. It’s not just about chasing after foreigners–you girls practically throw yourselves at them for free, flying all the way out here just to hook up. Even animals in heat have more dignity.
“No wonder people call Gravellian girls sluts who sleep around–it’s trash like you that give the whole country a filthy name and make everyone think Gravellians are all easy.
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