Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos
270. Tyson - Olivia's secret IV

More tears run down her face. *"I'm not a whore."*

*"I saw you on your knees, sucking cocks. Cheating on me. What does that make you?"* I snarl. *"They would have raped Camila. I couldn't let that happen."

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My free hand goes to her face. *"I loved you because I thought you were different from all the other girls I met, who were eager to open their legs for a quickie. You turned out to be the same."* I let go of her and fall to my knees. *"I can't live like this, knowing that the person who meant the world to me betrayed me in the worst way possible."* I claw at my chest. *"It hurts so much."* I look up at her. *"Make it stop."* My voice cracks.

Olivia kneels in front of me. *"I'll make it better," she promises.

I shake my head. *"Nothing will take this pain away. The only way to put an end to it is to kill myself. A bullet to the head. If only I had my gun with me "*

Olivia silences me with a kiss. *"Don't you ever say that again. You are mine! I'll never let you harm yourself. Never!"*

She kisses me again, and this time, I don't hold back. I rip the t-shirt she's wearing and she helps me remove my pants. I push her on her back, and I get on top of her.

*"You are mine," she cries out when I thrust into her without getting her ready.

Her back arches, and I look down at her. *"It's your first time,"* I say.

She grabs my face between her palms. Her legs come around my waist. *"You are mine, and I'm giving you everything I have. My love, my soul, my body. I claim you as mine. From now on, our souls will always be united, just as our bodies are right now."*

Her body emanates a strange glow that engulfs me. Did we...bond? For years, I felt a deep connection with Olivia, which brought a new type of anger, as my body hurt each time she was forced to fuck man after man. I didn't understand how and why I bonded with her, so I learned to live with the pain and not think of what links us. But how did the bond come to be? Was it Olivia?

*"I love you,"* I say before kissing her. My hips rock against hers. My hand wraps around her neck. *"Even if you cheated, even if you are a whore, I can't live without you. Like it or not, you will be my wife."*

*"I knew our love is stronger than everything that stands between us," she whimpers as I pound into her.

I don't seem to notice she's in pain as I fuck her roughly. She lays there on the cold floor, whimpering, tears running down her cheeks, as I make her mine. I'm not gentle, I don't hold back, and she takes everything I give her. *"I'm sorry,"* I say when I finally finish.

She kisses my brow. *"I wanted this. It was,"* she lowers her legs, the movement making her wince, *"perfect."* Before pressing her lips to mine, she adds, *"I love you with all my heart."*

I didn't rape her. She wanted me. I didn't rape her, but I hurt her with how rough I was. Her first time should have been special, perfect. I took that away from her.

Why don't I remember this? Because of the drugs?

The video doesn't end there.

I'm dragged out of the room soon after I made Olivia mine and taken back to the place with the TV screens. I'm tied to the chair, tortured for hours, and drugged even more before being forced to watch the video of Olivia being molested by Jason's friends.

When my hate for Olivia returns with more force than before, a woman is brought to me. Her hair color is similar to that of Olivia's, and someone as drugged as I was could have easily mistaken her for Olivia. She smiles, and I kiss her. *"Little Rabbit,"* I say, and she nods.

*"I'll make all your fantasies come true."*

*"I want to fuck you, whore."*

She nods again, and I make her kneel on the chair before I fuck her from behind. Her hair is braided, and I grab it, pulling it hard. My arm goes around her neck, and I squeeze hard. She claws at my arm, but I don't let go. Her face turns red, and she is struggling to breathe. I keep fucking her so rough she screams out in pain. All I can think about is that I'm glad I didn't do that to Olivia.

*"Slower," she wimpers.

*"Take it, you fucking slut!"* I snarl.

The door opens, and Olivia enters. She sees me fucking that bitch-whoever she was-and she starts crying.

*"I thought you loved me," she sobs.

*"And I thought you weren't a whore. I hate you. I never want to see you again!"* My voice is loud as I keep fucking that bitch, whom I no doubt have mistaken for Olivia, as I say, *"You are not my Little Rabbit anymore,"* and push the bitch off the chair. *"Just a whore who not only broke my heart but also killed my sister. No one will ever love you as I did, not in this life nor in the next."* Olivia cries harder. *"You are just like all those bitches who use tears to manipulate men. Fuck you, bitch! I'm done with your bullshit. Next time I see you, I'll make you suffer just as much as I did."*

Olivia throws the engagement ring at me before running away.

The video ends with a few seconds showing Olivia in a different room. She is pregnant. Her palm lays on her stomach, and a smile appears on her face when the baby kicks. My child. I have no doubt now. Not a product of rape, as Leo claimed, but the fruit of the love between Olivia and me.

*"I'll name you Spencer. Do you think your daddy will like it?" she asks.

I do.

Spencer.

Our child.

I run a finger across the screen, wanting to feel the kicks as well.

My vision turns blurry. This time, because of the tears that pool in my eyes.

*"I bet you will have the same turquoise eyes as him,"* Olivia keeps murmuring to our son. *"He once told me it was a family trait."* The baby kicks harder, making her say, "You are my little boy with turquoise eyes."* Then, she pulls a mobile from under the mattress and dials a number. *"Tyson? Please don't hang up. I have "*

Her eyes go wide, and she starts crying.

The video ends.

*Go to fucking Hell, bitch. I hope you die alone because cheaters like you don't deserve a second chance. Don't call me again! I don't want to make my new girlfriend worried by making her think I'm talking to escorts. You're not even that. You're just a cheap whore who killed my sister.*

After I said that, I blocked her number.

I lied. I never had another girlfriend after Olivia. Or before her.

Rueben was out there looking for her while I was spending my days comatose with whatever drug or alcohol was available, wanting to erase her from my memory.

I was forced to hate Olivia. To forget that I made her mine. I never knew about my son.

Spencer.

I won't rest until I kill all those who have harmed her. Until I find my son.

When all this is over, and those who took her and our son away from me are dead, if she wants me to have the same fate as them, I won't hesitate to blow my brains out.

A scream comes from Leo's room. I get up from the sofa.

Just one thought is in my mind as I leave the living room-show Leo who the real 'little shit' is. Spoiler alert not my son.

**I'm working on the next update. It will probably be ready in a day or two. I'm almost done with the novella for Shackled and once that is done, updates for Bought will be more frequent.**