Chapter 457: Damien's Daughter
Recently, every time Olive appeared, she received applause from the audience, while Crystal consistently failed. Crystal couldn't understand her sudden downfall after a promising start. Of course, Crystal didn't worry; Elvis would be spending the night with her. If he didn't, she wouldn't donate blood to save Olive!
Olive quickly left, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Her face ached, her skin feeling as if it were splitting. The pain caused her body to tremble. She couldn't collapse there, not at the wedding party, not where Elvis could see her like this. She had to leave immediately. Olive raised her head and continued walking. After a while, Logan Theodore approached.
Seeing Logan, Olive stopped. Since arriving in Canada, Logan hadn't moved much, his focus solely on finding Olive. He had been waiting for her appearance. Logan stared at Olive, his blue eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. His gaze lingered on her beautiful face, his obsession evident. He continued staring until she noticed and met his gaze. Olive calmly stared back, a quiet strength in her clear eyes. Logan was captivated by her composure. He curved his lips and asked, "Do you know who I am?"
Olive smiled. "Logan Theodore. I've admired your name for a long time," she replied.
"Has anyone ever told you that you and your mother are so similar?" he asked. "However," he continued, "Joyce Brown was more playful and innocent, while you are far more intelligent and reserved." Staring at Olive, Logan was constantly reminded she was Joyce's child, yet not his. She was a combination of the most perfect genes in the world, inheriting the best of Joyce and Damien.
Olive tilted her head. "Do you know my mother?"
"It's more than knowing her. Your mother was my fiancée, but she didn't choose me. She chose a mortal, and had you with him," Logan replied, his tone laced with anger and resentment. Olive understood his unrequited love.
"I can't judge the previous generation," Olive said, "All I want to know is what you want now." She met his gaze directly.
"Initially, I planned to burn you to ashes, so your mother would feel the pain of my loss and forever regret her decision. But now, I've changed my mind," Logan said, staring again at Olive in her long, black dress, her collarbone adding to its elegance. "I want to take you back to my country. Since I can't have your mother, I'll have you instead. I want you to be my queen. Wouldn't it be interesting if I were your mother's son-in-law?"
Olive found Logan utterly repugnant. He actually wanted to marry her. After a moment's thought, she asked, "What's your relationship with Mr. Paulo? Wasn't this all your idea?"
Logan's eyes lit up. "You're right, it was my plan. When your mother and I broke off our engagement, she came to Imperial and chose your father. Afterward, I met Paulo's daughter, Nora, and had Crystal. Houston Paulo, grandson of the Paulo family, has a talent for manipulating poisons. I had him trained, and he spent years developing…" Logan paused for breath. "After Houston perfected his craft, I had him create a formula using Crystal's blood to intertwine your destinies. It's a seamless plan. You are all pawns in my game, and none of you can escape!"
Olive finally understood. No wonder Elvis wanted to marry Crystal—her blood was the antidote to Olive's condition! A cure through medication was impossible; she would likely need Crystal's blood indefinitely. Logan was not only perverted but insane. While staying indoors, Olive had learned what was happening. Looking up, she saw Alpha Augustine and Damien Robert. She hadn't noticed their arrival. Her gaze fell on Damien, impeccably dressed in a black suit, his demeanor calm. The monarch of the Robert family, Damien, Canada's beloved son, had remained hidden for twenty years, yet his power endured. Olive shifted her gaze back to Logan.
"I'm from the Robert family. I have Robert blood flowing through me, right?" Olive stated, instantly understanding her heritage. Seeing Olive's intelligence and thoughtfulness, Alpha felt a pang of emotion. They were getting older, and could only watch the younger generation unfold.