"You piece of shit," muttered my older brother as he landed a punch on my right cheek. I stumbled and fell on the floor and winced in pain at the impact. At 15 years old, Darion is already bulky. Perhaps all those times he practiced football made him like that."Why are you always so useless, Kingsley?" said my other half-brother, Henry. He's 13 and he was just standing behind his brother as he was also looking at me, snickering.At 10 years old, I was a small boy. That is why it is so easy for them to pick on me. Other than that, they know I am not going to tell on them to our father. Father never took my side."You said you wanted juice. I gave you juice. What's the matter with it?" I asked as I helped myself to stand up. The only piece of trousers I own has become dirty. I would have to wash it tonight and hope it dries for tomorrow."Orange juice, you freak. This isn't orange juice." Darion made an emphasis on his annoyance by throwing the juice right into my face. The juice dripp

Everything changed after that. Father made sure we make a great statement that I was the best son that should marry the only daughter of the de le Fontaine family.I was transferred to the same school where Darion and Henry go. Turns out, it is where Olivia is going too. And another thing I found out was that Darion and Olivia used to be a thing. They did not date but Darion made it clear to the whole school that he likes Olivia. It explained a lot about his outburst when father announced the marriage.The school where rich kids go was totally different from the school where I used to go. We didn't have a pool, a tennis court, or any facilities to accommodate the student's interests. The whole school is posh and everything just screams extravagance."Hey," called someone but I did not dare look. I have made it a rule to myself that I will not look unless my name is called. I learned that the hard way before.I continued walking and perhaps it was another unlucky day for me as I saw Da

Days passed since the incident and I got out of the hospital the moment the stab wound started to heal. Father did not call on the police. He wouldn't dare to do so as one of his sons could be convicted. Henry and Darion started to ignore me, which was good. I didn't want their attention in the first place. Should they try to do it again, they know what would be the consequence. Or maybe if they try to do it again, they'd be smarter and more careful so as to not get caught. The thought bothers me.Another thing that bothers me was the voice I heard during that incident when I was losing consciousness. Someone had saved me and brought me to the hospital. If it hadn't been for that man, I would have died. I asked the nurses about it but they just shrug and went on with their job. I asked father about it and he was too focused on getting mad for the trouble his sons had caused to answer my question.It was a total mystery. What's more, is that I don't know who it was but he knew my name.

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months. Olivia and I surprisingly got along well. For almost two years of being married, we started to get along. Despite the fact that she can become quite intimidating, I got used to it and I could see that whenever she was around me, she drops the mask of being a girl boss and just being an ordinary woman. She enjoys painting, I found out. She wasn't planning on telling me and was secretly painting on one of the vacant rooms in our house. I accidentally found out about it and saw her artwork. They were mostly landscapes and I told her they were amazing.I could tell she is not used to receiving compliments about her artwork as she was never given the opportunity to express or share it with others. Somehow, I could relate to her. As to how her whole life's controlled by her parents."I just...do it whenever I have free time. They're nothing special, really. They're just amateur work—""Olivia," I said as I stared at her flipbook. I looked at

The silence in the room was deafening and yet, I could almost hear Mr. de la Fontaine cursing me inside his head. He was staring at me. Seething. Mrs. de la Fontaine sat in the corner, sobbing. Losing a daughter is terrible.However, I lost a wife too.Olivia and I married out of convenience for both our families. In her case, the de la Fontaines needed a strong foundation to strengthen their company further. They needed the Olivieris. As for my father, he used me as a tool to secure his company that was nearing bankruptcy. Of course, father never told the de la Fontaines about the company’s situation. Otherwise, there is no way the de la Fontaines would invest. Olivia and I wouldn’t have happened.We shouldn’t have happened. If I had known it would come to this point, I shouldn’t have agreed.But I was powerless. What could I have done?“What happened back there, Kingsley?” Mr. Harold asked. “Did you…Did you really kill my Olivia?”The pain in his voice was something that would proba