Chapter 15: Breaking the Bond–1
Chapter 15: Breaking the Bond
(Olivia’s POV)
After hanging up with Connor, I placed my phone on the bed and took a deep breath. The
events of tonight replayed in my mind like a nightmare I couldn’t wake from.
Why had Cassandra sneaked into my room while I was showering? Her excuse of “just looking
around” was flimsy at best. There had to be something more sinister behind her actions.
I began inspecting my room carefully, circling each corner with meticulous attention.
Everything appeared untouched except for my precious light blue ceramic wolf figurine–now
lying in fragments on the floor, the last physical connection to my mother destroyed.
My gaze drifted to the nightstand where a cup of herbal tea sat, still warm. Martha Jenkins,
our housekeeper, had brought it in before I showered, as was my nightly routine. The ceramic
wolf had been placed on that same nightstand before being smashed.
A chilling thought crept into my mind. The tea cup sat exactly where Cassandra must have
lingered to break my figurine.
Could she have tampered with my tea?
I approached the cup cautiously, lifting it to my nose. The familiar herbal scent seemed
normal, but something felt off. I couldn’t risk it. With a decisive motion, I poured the liquid
down the bathroom sink.
Better safe than sorry.
Three hours later, my phone vibrated with an incoming call. Connor had finally arrived in
Harbor City.
“I’m here,” his deep voice came through the speaker.
I was in the middle of hauling bags of discarded belongings out of Moonlight Manor,
determined to erase every trace of my existence from this place. It was late, and Martha had already retired for the night, so I worked quietly alone.
“Con, I won’t be staying here tonight,” I whispered, mindful not to wake anyone.
There was a brief pause before his calm, steady reply: “Okay.”
“Have you already booked a hotel?” I asked, tying up another garbage bag.
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“Yes, the Crescent Moon Hotel.”
I nodded to myself. “I’ll book a room there as well. Let’s meet at the hotel. No need for
come over now.”
My plan was resolute: finish clearing out my belongings, take my luggage, and leave Moonlight Manor behind–along with Ethan Grey.
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After loading my suitcase into my car, I reached for my phone to make a reservation. To my dismay, the hotel’s website showed no vacancies. I tried calling directly, only to have my fears
confirmed.
“I’m sorry, Miss Winters, but we’re completely booked,” the receptionist explained apologetically. “There’s a major legal hearing tomorrow, and every hotel within several
kilometers is full.”
Desperate, I searched for alternatives. The only available room was in a shabby motel whose reviews made me cringe. One particularly graphic comment caught my eye:
“The
soundproofing is so bad, the couple next door at midnight sounded like they were doing a live
padcast beside my bed. Couldn’t sleep all night.”
t rushed to my cheeks, but practicality won out. I needed proper rest for tomorrow’s
aring, which started at 3 p.m. I had to be up by 10 a.m. at the latest to prepare. It was
already close to midnight, and I still had to meet Connor.
With a sigh, I texted him: “That hotel is fully booked. Can you help me get a room?”
Luxury hotels often held back suites for VIPs, and Connor’s status as the Rivers Family heir
and Rivers Group president would surely grant him access to those hidden accommodations.
His reply came quickly: “My room is a duplex suite, two bedrooms upstairs and downstairs. If
you don’t mind, you can just stay over tonight.”
I hesitated, my finger hovering over the screen. We hadn’t seen each other in over three years,
and staying overnight in his room so abruptly felt improper. Still, with nowhere else to go this late, and since it was a two–story duplex with separate bedrooms, I reluctantly typed: “Thank
you. I’ll be there soon.”
Just as I was about to drive off, my phone chimed with a new message. Ethan Grey’s name flashed on the screen, instantly derailing my composure.
He had sent photos of Cassandra’s hand tightly wrapped in layers of gauze, making the injury appear quite severe. His message was blunt and accusatory: “Olivia, you really went too far this time. Come to the hospital and apologize to Cassandra immediately.”
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Before I could process my anger, another message followed: “If you don’t apologize, I will never forgive you. Apologize obediently, and you can continue living in the manor.”
My lips curled into a cold sneer. Without hesitation, I deleted and blocked Ethan’s contact
altogether, severing the last fragile tie between us.
Three years of my life, gone in an instant. Yet I felt nothing but relief.
(Ethan’s POV)