Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia and Ethan) novel Chapter 80

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

I woke with a searing pain in my head. Every breath smelled of

gasoline. Panic flooded as I realized I was lying in my own living

room–where I and Ethan once built a home. But it felt like a

tomb.

My limbs were bound with chemical–grade duct tape. They’d

silenced my hands and sealed my ankles. Gagged. I couldn’t

move. Stretching across the floor, the potent smell of petrol

remained. I tried to call out, but only moist muffles escaped.

Time lost shape. Seconds—or hours–passed. Then footsteps: the

soft rasp of heels against hardwood.

Chole. She appeared in the doorway, silhouetted in the haze. No

mercy in her gaze.

“My dear Olivia.” Her voice was winesweet, with poison

underneath. “Glad to see you finally woke up.”

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I clenched my jaw in silence. No tears. No pleading.

She paced slow, the lighter’s flame flicking between her

fingertips, illuminating her features. “You know, I walked past

this very couch when we were… together. Sleeping next to my

The gasoline smell coated the air like poison. My nostrils

burned. Every breath felt like inhaling threat. Duct tape dug

into my wrists and ankles, sticky and rough, leaving a rash

across my skin. I sat slumped in the living room of the house

Ethan and I once shared–a space that used to mean warmth,

now drenched in kerosene and fear.

Chole stood across from me, wild–eyed, flicking a silver lighter

open and closed.

Click. Flame. Click. No flame.

“Three days,” she said, voice lilting with mock patience. “Three

days I waited for this. I didn’t even let myself shower because I

wanted you to smell the gasoline before I lit it. Romantic, right?”

My lips were dry, but I didn’t dare respond. I knew better than to speak when she was performing.

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She circled me slowly, the hem of her coat brushing the floor like a predator pacing a trapped animal. “I thought you’d scream, Liv. Cry. Shout for your precious Ethan. Or maybe that ice–cold boss of yours–what’s his name again?” She sneered.

“Alexander.”

I looked up at her. Blank. Silent. Unreadable. But inside, Yve

stirred.

“Yve, are you there?“I asked mentally, desperate for

reassurance.

Her voice came, faint and trembling.” She injected me with wolfsbane. I can’t shift. I’m sorry, Olivia… I’m very weak.”