Chapter 2 Murder Attempt

Olivia, however was not always that weak. The catalysis that made her seem weak was the loss of her father.

Dan's ulterior motive was to secure being under the canopy, good grace and protection of the Otedola empire making him an easy target and prey for Lilith, now he was under the manipulation of Lilith and was well aware of the fate that awaits Olivia; Death.

"Fine!" Olivia smirked all of a sudden and paused her tears, not letting her emotions get the better of her. She summoned the strength left within her and stood.

"You betrayed me, Your loss!" With that said, she slowly walked out of the room with a blank expressionless face. It was the moment she was at the door Dan's voice mixed with haze filled the room, "I have never tasted this kind of sweet pussy, Oh God. I'm cumming"

It stopped Olivia in her track, she turned back, rage burning through her and evident in her eyes. She stared coldly at Dan whose face expressed he was Cumming and Liliths who had just hit orgasmic climax.

Pain surged through her as she walked away. This time like slowly, her thoughts running wild.

She was feeling a lot of pain, after all all she did to convince her late father to help Dan and his bankrupt family business. All the love she showed him, this was how he repaid her.

Lilith on the other hand didn't really mind what Olivia would be going through now, nor did Dan. After all she was a walking corpse.

Immediately Olivia got into her room, she locked herself in and slumped on the bed and hugged her teddy bear tightly with tears flowing down her eyes like a river. The pain she was feeling now was the worst pain she had ever felt since her parturition.

The only persons she could effectively talk to was her Late father and the chief house maid, a woman in her late 30's, Mrs Antonia

Was it right to talk to her now? No, she wanted to be left alone.

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At exactly 8:00pm in the evening, a chaos erupted in the Otedola mansion. It was a signal that the heir of the Otedola Empire is missing. The whole city was already informed and put on high alert with a sudden state of emergency. All security agencies all informed and at high alert.

It was with the help of Mrs Antonia, Olivia was able to dodge the heavy protection she was under and leave the mansion unoticed. She needed to take a break from everything that's happened so far.

Mrs Antonia couldn't say no to helping her as everything about her seemed oddly familiar, even though she was putting her life and job at risk.

Olivia wandered the street and ended up at the cemetery where She felt the cold air in the darkness drenched with a dread of horror and fear.

Anytime she felt dispirited and sad, she would always visit her dad's grave. Since he kicked the bucket, she had no one to talk to and things has not exactly be going well with her.

She stood before the tombstone, her expression lonely and her eyes wide, she was weeping uncontrollably with a very harsh alcoholic bottle on her right hand, already opened and half way consumed. It was the best decision she could come up with to ease her pain.

The more she drank from the bottle was the more she hopes she could forget her sorrow but it seemed not to be helping as the naked image of Dan and Lilith kept replaying in her mind.

"How could he do this to me?" In annoyance she emptied the bottle in one gulp, oblivious to her surrounding and the two men approaching her from behind.

The collective weight of her grief threatened to consume her. The freshly turned earth and the stark, chiseled capital letters of her fathers name carved on the tombstone seemed to mock her, a harsh reminder of all she had lost.

A week ago, her world had been shattered by the news of his passing. Now, the pain still felt like an open wound, raw and unrelenting. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as memories of her father flooded her mind – his warm smile, his gentle guidance, his unwavering support.

But her sorrow was not the only emotion tearing her apart. Betrayal and anger seethed beneath the surface, a toxic brew fueled by the shocking truth of her boyfriend's infidelity. The fact that she saw him cheating on her with her own stepsister, a woman who had always resented her, was a cruel twist of the knife.

As she gazed blankly at the tombstone, her mind recoiled from the thought of her stepsister's treachery. Questions swirled in her head, each one a fresh torment. She felt lost and alone, abandoned by those she had trusted most. The numbness that had settled over her in the past few days began to give way to a deep, abiding sadness.

As the tears finally broke, streaming down her face like rain, she whispered a single, despairing word: "Daddy..." As she staggered to remain balanced, obviously the effect of the alcohol was already affecting her cerebellum and in turn posture and balance.

It was right after this moment the burly men approaching her from behind used a hood bag to cover her face immediately after a duct tape was used to seal her mouth to prevent her screaming to be heard, It was so fast she couldn't offer any resistance and before she know it, she is been shoved into a big bag, muffling and struggling to free herself but all to no avail.

This was definitely the work of pro's.

What's happening? She couldn't even process anything even as the intoxicating effect of the alcohol deepened.

On top of a big mountain about 150metres high beside the cemetery was Jared. That was where he practices and masters his martial art and assasin techniques, privately and alone.

The scenery and spiritual energy called Qi concentrated at the top of the mountain coupled with the seclusion and solitude that took away distractions made it a perfect spot to horn martial art skills. Jared was able to harmonize with nature,inner energy and build resistance to advsere weather conditions there, thus he made it his training spot.

His horned sense of hearing could perceive the muffled sound of a struggling person from afar as he was trying to meditate, feeling uncomfortable, he stood up and glanced around, on looking down, he could see two men carrying a woman whose face was covered with hood bag and struggling to be free.

He had a remarkable sight even in the darkness.

Ordinarily it was none of his business but he felt compelled to know what was up. He shifted back and took to his heel to propel his jump from the top of the mountain into the cemetery.

In split seconds, heavy loud thud could be heard, followed by an intense dust particles, jolting the kidnappers in their tracks.

"Who is that? What was that? " This question sprang up in their thoughts , they couldn't grasb or see what had just landed before them due to the darkness and obstructions of tombstones and trees, naturally they became much alert as they headed towards the stream not too far away.

Jared quickly deployed Rhythm walking, an Asassin technique were he could walk without making no noise, even on dried leaves. This was one of the earliest and first technique an Asassin should possess.

He started following the men gently. They completely had no idea they were being followed.

Soon, the men arrived before the stream and realization dawned on Jared, this was murder. They were going to kill her.

One of the men held Olivia down while the other one looked for a rock that he tied a rope around. He tied the other end of the rope to the bag, Olivia was inside. After that, the two men pushed the rock of the cliff into the stream. Dragging Olivia in the bag along.