Stolen love: In love with my sister 's fiance-Chapter 43: olivia’s trap

Alex stood in his father's office, arms crossed, as the older man leaned back in his chair, exhaling sharply.

"The situation is getting out of control," his father said, rubbing his temples. "We've been doing everything to contain the rumors, but someone—some damn hacker—is leaking information faster than we can suppress it."

Alex smirked inwardly. Good. Just as planned.

His father continued, "For now, we've decided to put your engagement with Olivia on hold. We need to assess the damage, see where this situation leads. If it worsens... we might have to break it off completely."

Alex forced himself to keep a neutral expression, but inside, he felt victorious. Finally.

"I understand," he said calmly, nodding in agreement.

His father sighed in relief, seemingly satisfied that Alex wasn't resisting. "Good. But there's something else."

Alex turned to leave, but his father's next words made him pause.

"You need to keep your distance from Elaine."

Alex's grip tightened on his phone. "Excuse me?"

His father's sharp gaze met his. "She might be your sister—"

"She's not," Alex cut in, voice cold.

His father waved a dismissive hand. "That's what people think. And perception matters. You should be careful with how much time you spend around her. People are already talking."

Alex clenched his jaw, shoving his frustration down. Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out.

As soon as he got to his car, he pulled out his phone, ready to call Elaine—to tell her everything was finally falling into place.

But before he could dial, his phone buzzed. Olivia.

His face darkened. What does she want now?

With a frustrated sigh, he answered. "What?"

A tense silence, then Olivia's voice came through, eerily calm.

"We need to talk, Alex. Now."

Alex exhaled sharply, already feeling a headache creeping in. He pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "I don't have time for this, Olivia. I have work."

There was silence on the other end, then Olivia's voice dropped to a low, taunting whisper. "Meet me at Legend Club, Alex. Or should I just send these pictures to your father? Or better yet, the media?"

Alex's jaw tightened as his phone buzzed with an incoming message. He opened it, and his stomach twisted in anger. Photos of him and Elaine from their private dinner date. Another one of him outside her hostel late at night. Olivia had been watching—waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

His grip on the phone turned white-knuckled.

"You're desperate," he bit out.

"I'm determined," Olivia corrected, her voice smooth. "You think you can just walk away from this engagement and parade around with my little sister? What do you think will happen when these photos go public? Another scandal will broke and Elaine will be dragged ?"

Alex clenched his teeth, his mind racing. He wanted to tell her to go to hell, but he knew Olivia. She wouldn't hesitate to ruin Elaine's reputation just to get back at him.

"Fine," he finally muttered. "I'll come."

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A satisfied hum came from the other end. "Good boy. See you soon, love."

The call ended, leaving Alex gripping his phone in frustration. He had known Olivia would fight dirty, but seeing the proof of it firsthand made his blood boil. He had to play this carefully. One wrong move, and Olivia wouldn't just destroy him—she'd drag Elaine down with him.

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Alex stepped into the dimly lit private lounge, his patience already wearing thin. The club was exclusive, a playground for the wealthy, but tonight, it felt more like a trap.

Olivia lounged on the plush couch, her legs crossed elegantly, a glass of red wine in her hand. She twirled the stem between her fingers, her lips curling into a slow, satisfied smile.

"Well, well, look who actually showed up," she mused, tilting her head. "I have to say, Alex, I didn't think you'd come so quickly. I suppose Elaine is really that important to you."

Alex's hands balled into fists at his sides. "Cut the games, Olivia. What do you want?"

She sighed dramatically, taking a slow sip of her wine. "So impatient. Sit, have a drink. I even ordered your favorite."

"I'm not here to play along. Give me the photos," he demanded, his voice sharp. "Or you'll regret it."

Olivia let out a soft, amused laugh, setting her glass down. "You're so predictable." She leaned forward, resting her chin in her palm. "You'll get your photos... but I have a condition."

Alex's jaw tightened. "What condition?"

She rose from her seat and took a step closer, the scent of her expensive perfume filling the space between them. "Dance with me."

He exhaled sharply, barely keeping his frustration in check. "You're joking."

"Not at all." Olivia smiled, her eyes glinting with something dangerous. "Just one dance, Alex. That's all. Then you can go back to playing hero for Elaine." She lifted a brow, voice teasing. "Unless, of course, she's not worth it?"

Alex clenched his jaw. He could walk away, but that meant leaving Olivia with leverage. And she'd use it.

"One dance," he bit out.

Olivia's smirk widened in satisfaction as she reached for his hand. The music changed to a slow, sultry tune, and as she pulled him close, pressing herself against him, Alex forced himself to stay still.

He could feel her eyes on him, watching, waiting for a reaction. But all he could think about was how soon this would be over—and how he would make sure Olivia never got the chance to pull this stunt again.

As the music pulsed around them, Olivia pressed closer, swaying to the slow rhythm. Her fingers traced over Alex's shoulder, lingering just a little too long. He stood rigid, his hands clenched at his sides, his patience barely holding on.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a flash—someone snapping pictures. His stomach twisted. He knew exactly what she was doing.

His voice was low, sharp. "That's enough."

Olivia tilted her head, smiling as if amused. "What's the rush? We were just getting started."

"I'm done playing your games. Give me the photos. Now."

She let out a soft chuckle, lifting a glass of wine to her lips. "So impatient, Alex. But fine, I'll give them to you... if you do just one more thing."

His jaw tightened. "I'm not interested."

She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Dance with me properly."

His fingers twitched at his sides. He knew she wouldn't back down. He had no choice. With a slow exhale, he reached for her hand, leading her onto the dance floor.

As they moved, Olivia's hands drifted up to his neck, her breath warm against his ear. "See? This isn't so bad," she murmured.

Alex stayed silent, his muscles coiled, his mind racing.

Then, a sharp sting.

His eyes widened. His hand flew to his neck. "What the hell—"

Olivia stepped back, her lips curving into a slow, satisfied smile. "Oops."

His vision blurred. The room spun. A cold wave of dread crashed over him. She had drugged him.

He stumbled back, shoving her away. His heart pounded, adrenaline fighting the haze threatening to pull him under. "You—" His words slurred, his limbs growing heavy.

"Now, now," Olivia purred, watching him struggle. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be."

He turned sharply, pushing past her, forcing his legs to move. He had to get out. His car. If he could just get to his car—

"Stop him."

The command was sharp, and within seconds, heavy footsteps pounded behind him.

Alex forced himself to run. The cold night air hit him like a slap as he stumbled into the parking lot. His vision was tunneling, his body sluggish. His hands fumbled for the car door handle. He slapped himself, banged his fist against the metal, desperate to stay awake.

But it was useless.

His strength was slipping, the drug pulling him under like an unforgiving tide. His breath came in ragged gasps, his fingers barely gripping the door.

The last thing he heard before darkness swallowed him was the sound of approaching footsteps and Olivia's voice, soft and victorious.

"Sweet dreams, Alex."