Chapter 462: Kill Me!

Elvis felt helpless. He didn't know how to soothe Olive. Over the years, he'd attended numerous international conferences and delivered speeches at summit forums. His life had been calm and orderly, entirely under his control. But now, panic seized him. He was powerless. Olive, his little nemesis, had wounded him deeply. "Olive dear, please stop crying," he pleaded, kissing away her tears before bending to gently kiss her lips. This time, his kiss was tender and calming.

Olive slowly ceased crying, looking up at him through tear-blurred eyes. "Elvis, please leave. I don't want to see you."

"I don't know what's wrong with me," she sobbed. "Seeing you makes me so sad. I don't want you controlled by Crystal because of me. I don't want you to marry her, or for her to touch you. I know you did everything because of me; I shouldn't blame you, but I can't accept it."

"Elvis, I'd rather die than see you entangled with Crystal! When you did this, you didn't consider me at all. You don't even know what I want!" she cried. "Please, let me go. Maybe one day I'll heal, but not by your side. I'm so jealous; the thought of Crystal as your wife makes me want to explode!"

Olive pushed him away, taking a step back and turning to leave. Elvis chased after her, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist as he hugged her from behind, kissing her hair. "Olive, I know. But you don't have to be jealous. You'll always be my wife, the only Mrs. Augustine."

The words "Mrs. Augustine" grated on Olive's ears. She spun around, forcefully pushing him away. "Elvis, thank you for reminding me you're married! Leave immediately and stop bothering me. What do you want from me? To keep me as a mistress? Don't even think about it!"

"I came to your wedding, tried everything to get you back, but you refused," she continued, her voice sharp with anger. "I don't want your pills, I don't want you. I sincerely wish you and Crystal a happy marriage."

Elvis grabbed her face. "Olive, take that back. I'm furious, and I'm not easily appeased!"

"I don't want you, Elvis," she whispered.

He bent and kissed her, silencing her words. Olive struggled, but he held her close, pushing her back until they stumbled into the room. "Elvis, what are you doing? You're married! Don't touch me with your dirty hands. Get out!"

He grabbed her wrists, pressing her to the bed. "If I leave you, I'll leave my mark. I want any man who approaches you to know you're mine!"

"If you want sex, go to Crystal!" Olive retorted.

Elvis clasped her wrists, his legs forcing hers open with brutal force, his body pressing against hers. "Olive, be good, or I'll hurt you," he warned, kissing her cheek. She could only hide her face to avoid his kisses.

"Elvis, are you going to force me? If you do, I won't forgive you!"

He pulled her face up, placing a pill in her mouth. "My body's on yours; let's see if you want this." His hand slid down her body, lifting the hem of her dress. Startled, she swallowed the pill. She couldn't understand why he was on her bed, married to Crystal. Olive, an emotional perfectionist, couldn't accept this.

In the darkened room, they gasped for breath. "Go away! I won't forgive you, I hate you!" Her words seemed to have no effect. She heard the click of his belt buckle. Tears streamed down her face. She grabbed a knife from the drawer, holding it tightly. "Elvis, get out! Or I'll kill you!"

The knife's glint met his cold gaze. He took her hand, guiding the knife to his heart. "Kill me. Otherwise, I won't let you go!"

Olive trembled. The physical pain was nothing compared to the shattering of her heart. His arrogance, his reliance on her love—why did he have to force her? She gritted her teeth, pressing the knife so hard it sank into Elvis's heart.