Stolen love: In love with my sister 's fiance-Chapter 45: Tangled in a sheets

The golden morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. A gentle touch ghosted across Alex's chest, featherlight and slow. It felt...wrong.

His brows furrowed as his mind stirred from the fog of sleep. Something was off—the scent in the air, the unfamiliar warmth beside him, the lingering haze in his head.

Then, like a snap of thunder, reality crashed into him.

His eyes snapped open.

Olivia.

She was lying beside him, tangled in the sheets, bare shoulders peeking from beneath the thin fabric. A smirk curled on her lips as she traced a finger along his arm.

Alex's body went rigid.

His breath hitched, heart hammering against his ribs. He felt cold—like ice was pouring through his veins.

No.

His eyes darted around the room. Clothes—his clothes—were scattered on the floor. The scent of alcohol and perfume clung to the air like poison. The dim lighting only made the scene more surreal.

His stomach twisted violently.

"What the f—" His voice came out hoarse, raw.

He sat up abruptly, gripping his pounding head, a thin sheet slipping from his chest. His mind reeled, fragments of the night before flashing in broken pieces. The club. Olivia's drink. The dizziness. The loss of control.

No.

Panic surged through him.

His hands clenched into fists as he turned to Olivia, his voice dark and tight.

"What the hell did you do?"

Olivia let out a soft, satisfied hum, stretching lazily beside him. "Good morning to you too, fiancé."

Alex's jaw clenched so hard it ached.

His skin crawled. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, suffocating. He grabbed the sheet, pulling it tighter around himself, desperate to put any barrier between them.

Then—

A sharp gasp.

His head snapped toward the doorway.

Elaine.

She stood there, frozen, her face pale, her hands trembling at her sides. Her wide, tear-filled eyes took in the scene—the tangled sheets, Olivia's bare shoulders, Alex's panic-stricken expression.

Tears welled up, spilling down her cheeks.

Alex felt the world tilt, his breath stolen from his lungs.

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"Elaine—" His voice cracked, urgent, desperate.

But she took a step back.

Then another.

And then she turned.

Ran.

Something inside Alex shattered.

"Elaine, wait!" He lurched forward, but the sheet tangled around his legs, making him stumble.

Behind him, Olivia laughed softly, the sound cruel and victorious.

"Oops," she drawled, feigning innocence. "Guess she didn't like what she saw."

Rage boiled in Alex's veins.

He turned to Olivia, his jaw tight, his entire body trembling with fury.

"You—" His voice was dark, venomous. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Olivia stretched lazily, unconcerned. "Now, now, Alex," she purred, tilting her head. "You can run after her if you want, but something tells me she won't be waiting for you."

Alex saw red.

His body moved on instinct. He grabbed his pants, yanking them on with shaky hands. Every second felt like an eternity—every breath too slow, too painful.

As he reached the door, Olivia's voice followed him, sickly sweet.

"You think she'll believe you?" she mused. "You think she'll ever look at you the same?"

Alex turned, eyes burning. His voice was low, deadly.

"You'll regret this," he promised, each word laced with fury. "I swear, Olivia—you will regret everything."

Then, without another word, he bolted out of the room, chasing after the one person he couldn't lose.

But as he ran, dread gripped his chest like a vice.