Chapter 5 You can't trust anyone completely.

Still, she couldn't resist the weight of her eyelids and eventually drifted off. In the early morning chill, she felt as if she were being watched-and she wasn't wrong. She startled awake, her whole body tense, and a cold, nauseating breath met her face. When she opened her eyes, she tried to scream, but a hand clamped tightly over her mouth.

"Shh, sweetheart, don't scream. You'll wake the children, and I don't need them awake for what we're about to do."She shook her head desperately, eyes wide with panic.Olivier grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room. She struggled to break free but felt something pressing into her stomach.

"What... what is that, Still, she couldn't resist the weight of her eyelids and eventually drifted off. In the early morning chill, she felt as if she were being watched-and she wasn't wrong. She startled awake, her whole body tense, and a cold, nauseating breath met her face. When she opened her eyes, she tried to scream, but a hand clamped tightly over her mouth.

"Shh, sweetheart, don't scream. You'll wake the children, and I don't need them awake for what we're about to do."

She shook her head desperately, eyes wide with panic.

Olivier grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room. She struggled to break free but felt something pressing into her stomach.

"What... what is that, Olivier?"

"Tonight, you're going to be mine-whether you like it or not."

She looked at him in absolute horror-not just because of the weapon, but because of what he intended to do to her. The very idea of being violated, especially with the children in the house, triggered her deepest fears.

"No, Olivier, please don't hurt me. I'm begging you-let me go back to the children's room."

"No, Elise. No woman has ever told me no-and you're not going to be the first. Got it?" Olivier's eyes were dark, menacing. Elise was trembling in pure terror.

"Olivier, this isn't right. Please... lower the weapon. We can talk."

"Oh, really? What do you think we have to talk about?" he asked, stepping closer and closer.

Elise, usually brave, was completely consumed by fear. She had no idea how to handle the situation-she just wanted to survive.

"This is a crime, Olivier, don't you see that? You can't do this." She began circling his room slowly, while he followed her with his eyes, the weapon still pointed at her.

"Elise. Take your clothes off," he growled.

"No-no, Olivier," she pleaded, raising her hands in supplication.

"Yes, Elise. Move!" he shouted. She swallowed the lump in her throat, resigned, and began removing the cardigan she had on.

And just like a miracle, footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Olivier placed a finger to his lips, signaling Elise to be quiet. Her face turned pale, tears spilled from her eyes, and she pressed both hands to her mouth to stifle any sound.

"Olivier? You're awake at this hour?" Lucien's voice rang out.

Olivier pressed his lips together in anger, then stepped out of the room, carefully closing the door behind him and hiding the weapon behind his back.

"Hey, Lucien," he said. "Weren't you supposed to be traveling?"

"Yes, the event ended early and I wanted to come home. I didn't leave my son alone for long. It's 4 a.m., you should be sleeping." Lucien looked at him suggestively, then walked straight to his room. But when he noticed that his son's door was open, he decided to go inside.

He saw his son there, along with little Ángel's stroller, and quickly stepped out again.

"Olivier, have you seen Elise? The kids are alone."

"No, she must be around here somewhere, you know how forgetful she is." His voice showed a hint of nervousness. Lucien headed back down to the first floor to look for her.

"Get out of here! But be very careful what you say to my brother, or else you'll pay for it, understood?" Olivier gave her a gentle tap on the head with the butt of his pistol. She left the room and went to the first floor, where she ran into Lucien.

"Good morning, sir, I didn't hear you come in." He stared at where she had come from, unable to hide his curiosity.

"Where were you, Elise?"

"In the bathroom." Her air of confidence helped her.

"Which room are you sleeping in?"

"In Phillippe's, in the chair next to him," she answered, embarrassed and quietly. She couldn't even bring herself to explain why she was there, much less what had just happened with Olivier.

"Hm, I see." Lucien felt suspicious about her; he didn't understand how it was a coincidence that she and his brother were awake at the same time.

"So, did something happen? Why was your trip moved up?" she tried to break the ice.

"No, they just canceled today's event. I decided to come take care of Phillippe, so go ahead, finish resting until dawn, then you can leave." She nodded and went back to the room, but something still didn't sit right with Lucien. However, he tried to trust her; she was the nanny who had lasted the longest in his mansion caring for his son, and although the little boy still hadn't fully accepted her, he hadn't chased her away either.

The next day, Elise left as Lucien had ordered. She wanted to run away from that house-she feared Olivier and what he might do to her or her baby. Even though the pay was very good, she wasn't willing to stay long. She would start looking for a new job.

"What did you do yesterday, son? How did Elise treat you?" Lucien tried to get information from Phillippe.

"Fine, but I wasn't with her. My uncle took me to have ice cream at the mall," the little boy replied while putting a piece of fruit in his mouth.

"I don't understand, son. Did you go to the mall with Olivier? Were you two alone?"

"Yes, Daddy, just the two of us. My uncle Olivier is pretty cool." Phillippe spoke from innocence, but Lucien's blood boiled-not only because he didn't trust his brother, but because he couldn't understand how Elise had been so careless. That wasn't going to go unanswered.