Chapter 6
I never imagined he actually knew me.
My late husband had never mentioned sharing details about me with Julian.
That’s why I assumed Julian had no idea who I was.
I fought desperately, digging my nails into my thighs to stay conscious.
“Then why didn’t you kill me outright? Why play this twisted game?”
He laughed coldly, tracing the needle lightly over my skin.
“Because of this flawless skin of yours.”
“So soft, so fair. I’ve touched countless women, but none compare to you.”
“I wanted to play with you. Watch you cry. Watch you naively believe you could avenge your pathetic husband. It thrilled me.”
He breathed heavily near my ear.
I trembled, barely holding myself together.
“Was that man last time also part of your scheme to humiliate me?”
“Of course. If you hadn’t fought back, both of us would have had our way with you at the office that day.”
He was truly depraved and vile.
The drug was pushing me to the edge of sanity.
I clung to my last shred of clarity, staring straight at him.
“I still don’t understand how you escaped the police.”
“You really are foolish. Didn’t I say I saw through you from the start? Did you think I wouldn’t prepare?”
“I replaced all the chemicals in the basement with ordinary water and drinks.”
“The police had no grounds to arrest me. Plus, my basement surveillance showed you came with me willingly.”
“Olivia, you’re out of your league trying to challenge me.”
He grabbed me and dragged me into the bathroom, binding my hands with his belt.
“Darling, shall we begin here?”
“You monster! Don’t touch me!”
I screamed hoarsely.
Even as my mind fogged, I clung to my last resolve.
Unfazed, he slowly began undoing my clothes.
“I’ve always wondered how your skin stays so perfect.”
“If… if you want to know, tell me how you murdered my husband.”
I forced the words out.
He stood and scanned the room for hidden devices before answering.
“Remember last Valentine’s Day?”
“You gave him a thermos filled with sweet soup.”
“He bragged to me about how wonderful his wife was. So I laced that soup with a lethal poison.”
“The very thing he took pride in ended up killing him. How poetic!”
“The police could never trace the toxin. I developed it myself—untraceable.”
“Oh, and Olivia… know this? His last words were begging me to spare you.”
“But now I’m going to ruin you completely.”
He lunged, pinning me hard against the floor.
His shadowed eyes bore into me.
“Now it’s your turn. Tell me—how did you maintain such perfect skin?”
Rage burned through me.
He had destroyed the happy life I shared with my husband.
I hated him with every fiber of my being.
“Guess.”
I mimicked his taunting tone, provoking him deliberately.
Enraged, he choked my neck.
“Tell me now, or I’ll end you!”
I only laughed coldly.
“What’s so funny?!”
“You! You’re a fool—arrogant and blind!”
I stared defiantly, using my ring to cut into my thigh—pain keeping me focused.
“Did you really think I spent over a year doing nothing?”
“I studied you. Learned your sick patterns. This was always a two-phase plan. This time, you won’t escape.”
His face paled instantly.
“You set me up!”
He scrambled toward the door.
But the police were already there, tackling him to the ground.
After a futile struggle, he glared at me and laughed maniacally.
“Olivia Anderson! If I survive this, I’ll destroy you!”
But this time… he wouldn’t survive.