Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 81

Chapter 80

I stood before the camera again. “For Olivia’s sake, I urge Bella Windsor, Chole Windsor, or anyone in the Windsor family responsible for this abduction to release her immediately. If harm comes to her–no excuses. Green Group will withdraw all cooperation with Windsor Group and pursue legal and

financial consequences. This goes beyond rumor–it’s an open

act of hostage taking.”

The video was posted on all channels, Green Group social media,

my personal account, and with the sheriff’s office. Within

minutes, it spread. Netizens already blamed the Windsors;

investors reacted with unease. Banks shifted overnight.

I also sent direct messages to Windsor’s executive board. “This

ends with Olivia’s safe return. Anything else will cost you every

donation, loan, and partnership.”

Just then, I heard Mike’s voice shaking over the radio. “Sir!

We’re approaching…there’s the black SUV. Parked there in

front of us.”


I turned, voice low but steady. “What’s its position?”

Mike leaned forward, lips tight. “Front of neighborhood

entrance. Appeared around the same time Olivia’s car went in.

Chaptered

Stayed there.” He pointed out the tinted windshield of a Chevy

Malibu parked across the street.

My gaze narrowed.

“That’s the suspicious vehicle that drove into the gated

community where Olivia used to live. We can’t follow up on

that.”

Olivia’s POV

searing pain in my head. Every breath

Panic flooded as I realized I was lying in


built a home. But it

tomb.

were bound with chemical–grade duct

sealed

across the floor, the potent smell of

call out, but

shape. Seconds—or hours–passed. Then footsteps:

rasp of heels

doorway, silhouetted in

mercy in her gaze.

voice

to see you

Chapter 80


jaw in silence. No tears.

lighter’s flame flicking between

“You know,

couch when we were… together. Sleeping

lover.”

the lighter repeatedly, the small

me, made me gag. On

towards her feet.

soft, vicious sound. “You want him

you? And now you’re

days for

The flame caught a

eye.


slow step closer, lighter wicked with intent. “He’s going to

She blew a short stream of air

the lighter’s wick

But I didn’t

arched an eyebrow. “What a shame,” she said

begging. Not pleading–just like

Ethan, call him cheater, then pretend

look at

wicked fluidity, she straddled the

tape from my mouth with a

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