Nathan Drake raised the microphone and announced to the crowd, voice cutting through the night:
“From this moment on, the Drake family severs all ties with the Hayes family.
Anyone who dares cooperate with the Hayes family becomes an enemy of the Drakes.”
Then he motioned to his security team to drag Olivia Hayes away.
Olivia screamed, desperate and hoarse:
“Nathan, it’s not what you think! I never schemed against you!”
“Nathan, I’m pregnant with your child! I love you—I want to spend my whole life with you! Please believe me!”
Gasps rippled through the audience, every eye widening toward the main entrance.
Private scandals of the elite were laid bare under the bright lights:
A woman trying to climb the ladder by sleeping with her brother-in-law.
Abandoning her husband.
Trading her own brother-in-law for corporate benefits.
Thrown out beyond the gates of Moonridge Estate in Beverly Hills, Olivia finally realized the full extent of the disaster. She immediately started calling me—over and over.
Unfortunately for her, I was already 30,000 feet above the clouds, on a one-way flight toward my new life.
I didn’t steal anything—I merely reclaimed what was rightfully mine.
The Hayes family simply fell back to where they were eight years ago.
Olivia rushed toward Hayes Group headquarters like a madwoman—only to find chaos waiting.
Today was Drake Enterprises’ anniversary gala, and every major media outlet in Los Angeles had shown up. Hayes Group’s massive debt had already made front-page headlines.
Suppliers and partners blocked the entrance, shouting:
“Ms. Hayes! You still owe me six million! That’s all my money! You must pay it back today!”
“My payment is three days overdue—settle it now!”
“Forget the money! I’m taking my shipments back!”
Several vendors charged toward the warehouse as they spoke.
Inside, executives and employees saw the crisis—over a hundred million still unpaid—and panic consumed them.
They rushed the finance department, demanding their wages and severance.
The entire building was in turmoil—everyone scrambling to save themselves.
At that moment, Olivia sank into bottomless terror.
It was the same as years ago—when debt collectors chased the Hayes family everywhere.
Someone swung a metal bar at her—
and Ethan Carter shielded her without hesitation.
She remembered trembling on a couch, terrified,
while Ethan—head bleeding—negotiated with each creditor,
signing every IOU, stamping every fingerprint…
She remembered him holding her, whispering:
“Olivia, it’s okay. I’m right here. I’ll protect you. Don’t be afraid.”
The world was collapsing, but she still felt safe—
because Ethan was there.
Now, she frantically called me again and again.
She issued public apologies on every social media platform:
“Ethan, I was wrong—please come back.”
“As long as you come back, I’ll listen to you.
I’ll end the pregnancy.
I’ll transfer Hayes Group to your name.
I’ll be the wife you deserve.”
…
Her apologies lasted two full weeks.
People who didn’t know the truth were moved:
“She’s such a remorseful woman—she deserves forgiveness.”
“Everyone makes mistakes. Look how devastated she is. She genuinely wants to make things right.”
Too bad I had already blocked her everywhere
and disappeared to a beautiful, peaceful town in Hawaii to rest.
Her tears only touched strangers.
I fought for someone—fought for eight years—
and I was exhausted.
All I wanted was quiet.
To breathe again.
Half a month later, unable to find me, Olivia turned to Nathan Drake:
“Nathan, forget my sister—I’m also your woman. I’m carrying your child. You can’t be so heartless.”
“It’s just 180 million dollars. Help Hayes Group through this crisis, and I’ll do anything. I’ll have the baby, I’ll obey you—whatever you want.”
