"It's Sergent Major Olivier Sharapova," the man introduced himself. “But my last name is fake, the correct one is Dior which I don't use because it will reveal my identity.”
I gasped in realization, the man who John introduced as Saint was actually Olivier…her brother? The brother who everyone believed to be dead, was actually alive. I wanted to run to him and hug him…however the condition I was in was embarrassing.
Turning my face away I mumbled,"B-Brother… I missed you."
"I know," his voice was gentle and held an emotional bond.
He then takes off his jacket and wraps it around my upper naked body. I covered myself and crawled out from psychopath Robert's clutch. Robert who was taken aback by hearing Oliver's name…
My brother glanced at Robert as he removed his mask from his mouth and revealed his face. My eyes turned teary to see my brother alive and fit again… but with this surprise I remembered that I assassinated Caspar for revenge. I wanted everything to finish quickly so that I could ask my brother about whatever happened between him and the DarZ Mafia group.
Who staged his death and how did he survive? Most importantly, did he… did he ever try to find me or meet me? I had too many questions for him and I wondered if he would answer them all.
I was so busy in my thoughts that I forgot Robert was still beside me. He pulled me and put the knife near my throat, he threatened,"Don't move or else I'll slice your precious sister's neck."
Olivier smirked as he slowly bent over to drop his gun, grabbing Robert's full attention while suddenly someone slapped on Robert's nape. Causing him to faint and I turned back to look, he was Mistake, another bodyguard of mine.
"Henry Walker, soldier of Sergeant Major Olivier Dior," Mistake introduced himself and removed his face mask.
"O-Okay," I awkwardly nodded and ran towards Olivier. Hugging tightly, I burst into tears and started hitting his chest with my powerless fist.
"You can beat me as many times as you want. It was my fault for not finding you earlier," Olivier expressed his sadness. "I never thought Dad would become so selfish that he would try to assassinate you. I'll not let this slide!"
"Brother, calm down. Let's talk after we leave here. I'm scared, my daughter is at the villa."
Olivier agreed with me and glanced at Henry, prompting him to take care of Robert. He grabbed Robert's collar and tossed his body against the wall. Then wrapping his strong fingers across Robert's face, Henry stomped his head in the wall again and again until he got covered in blood.
"Don't look at him," Olivier said as he covered my eyes with his hand. "Henry will take care of him and return to the villa."
"But brother it's nothing to me, I used to beat like–"
"I know still it's not appropriate to look at," Olivier insisted and carried me out of there.
We arrived at the villa by his SUV car, Henry returned shortly after and I had my bruises treated by the maids. They helped me get clean and got rid of my ragged clothes. Changing into a clean and nice dress, I waited for my brother to come and give me an understandable explanation.
"Bella, I have called a few more soldiers for security reasons. John and Helene will be here by tomorrow morning," he said as he walked inside the room.
I nodded and looked at him with my questionable eyes. He smiled and jested,"You don't have to look at me like that! I'm going to tell you everything."
He pulled the chair near my bed and took the seat, he first asked how I was feeling. And then accepted that he was indeed shot dead in the assassination plan of the former Mafia Boss of DarZ.
But his companion Henry, rescued him and admitted him to the hospital in secrecy. He unbuttoned his shirt and showed me the scar on his chest, it was left by the gun's bullet. I gasped in shock, I couldn't believe my brother experienced death.
"Does it still hurt?" I panicked, my voice trembling in shock.
"No, it doesn't," he said. "I remained unconscious for a week which gave Henry a hard time. He asked John for help and support and came to secretly escort us to England from America."
"John? You were friends with him?" I asked, which made Olivier laugh.
"You might not know but John is my best friend. I never worked for a Mafia organization, it was just a facade," he explained. "I was a secret agent from Shadow Military, my job was to spy on DarZ and see if any illegal activities were taking place within the group."
He told me that although nothing illegal took place in DarZ but someone Olivier's spy identity was revealed and the former Mafia Boss of DarZ decided to kill him.
"Well when I regained consciousness, I kinda forgot about my past, I forgot about you and my parents…," he added as he looked at me. "The doctor said I will recover my memories if I encounter anybody who I deeply care about."
My eyes turned teary, and Olivier got up and hugged me. Patting on my shoulder, he murmured suppressing his sadness."At first when I saw you… I started getting hallucinations of our past memories together. I inquired with John and he said you are my sister."
We both cried into each other's arms, it was an emotional meeting. And later I narrated the whole thing to him, why dad wanted to kill me and why I was living in secret, hiding myself from the eyes of cops.
Clenching his fists, Olivier growled angrily, "I can't believe Dad would be this cruel. He ordered you to assassinate your husband who you loved! And when you completed the given task, he ordered your assassination?"
"Has he mentally retard?"
"I believe so," I agreed. "I think he wants me dead because I gave birth to my husband's child. He sees the Mcadam family as his enemy!"
"That's not what is important! You completed the task, but he, instead of providing you with safety, ordered your death?" Olivier appeared very angry.
My face fell into sadness as I murmured under my breath," It's all in the past. Now I just want to live peacefully with my daughter, far away from my parents and anyone who knows me."