Daughter of oblivion: Claimed by four alpha(s)-Chapter 147 - 145: I killed my obstacles...

After the call with Athena...he went straight to the bathroom and took his bath. Steam clinched to his skin, water trailed down his chest.

He grabbed the towel, used it to clean his wet skin... then wrapped it around his waist.

He felt more relaxed as his muscle loosened up, after the long day he had at work.

For a brief second...everything felt peaceful.

But then...

CRASH!!!!!

A violent shattering of glass exploded from downstairs. Oliver froze completely.

His hand on the bathroom door stopped mid-motion. Every single cell in his body went rigid. What the hell was that? he thought.

Oliver’s jaw tightened. He dropped his towel and grabbed his pants, pulling them on quickly. He didn’t bother with a shirt. His bare chest was taut, muscles flexing under the sudden surge of adrenaline.

Was that his secretary? He had asked her to help him bring a file he left with her a while ago. Was she the one that dropped something?

He moved to the bedroom door, carefully.

Oliver reached the top of the stairs and paused, peering down. Darkness swallowed the lower floor, broken only by faint glimmers of streetlight through the shattered window that he didn’t see.

Who’s there... Leah is that you? He called quietly.

But, silence answered him.

He summoned the courage, took a step forward to at least get a better view. He took another. His bare feet pressed softly against the marble floor.

The broken glass from the window, scattered across the floor, was the first thing he saw. And that could only mean one thing.

Someone broke in.

He cursed under his breath, muscles tensing further. "Shit!!!"

He was about to run back upstairs, grab his phone, call for emergency, when a calm voice slid through the darkness. "Hi... Oliver."

His blood ran cold. That voice. Jianna.

He froze mid-step. His heart thundering in his chest, his mind screaming.How... How was that possible?

But, she was supposed to be back in the country. She couldn’t be here. Not in Chicago.

Yet there she was, standing proudly, like she owns the world.

And what made his stomach twist even more... in her hand... She was dragging a body by the hair.

Blood trailed behind them. The red ink stained the polished floor. The metallic scent hit him instantly, choking him hard.

Oliver’s throat went dry. His legs felt like lead as he stared at the body that belonged to no one other than his secretary.

Her face lifeless, eyes staring blankly ahead, blood pooling beneath her.

His stomach lurched violently. His eyes widened in disbelief, horror freezing him in place. Oliver stared at the body, then back at Jianna. And she... smiled. Like it was nothing. Like this was a game. Like this was all perfectly normal.

All color drained from Oliver’s face. His heart thundered in his ears, each beat a deafening drum.

"Long time no see, Oliver." Jianna purred, her voice satisfying as slime.

Her grip on the hair of the secretary didn’t waver.

Oliver’s mind screamed. His hands flexed at his sides, trembling. "What did you...?"

He didn’t get to finish his question because Jianna cut him off. "What did I do?" She laughed.

A sharp, unhinged sound that echoed through the penthouse walls. The sound didn’t belong to the Jianna he once knew... this laugh was horrifying.

Oliver stared at her like she had gone completely insane. He watched her recover from that disturbing laugh, watched her expression shift like a deranged mask.

Then... all of a sudden like a mad woman... She went completely silent.

Her smile remained, but her eyes... they were dead.

Empty. Like someone had scooped out her soul and replaced it with something feral.

"I killed her, obviously." She said it so calmly.

Almost bored. Like she was explaining a minor inconvenience.

"I murdered her. She was getting in my way, and I had to put her in her place." Her smile widened. "Simple."

Oliver felt his blood run cold. He didn’t know how to react. He didn’t know if he should scream, run, grab a weapon, or grab her shoulders and shake her until she came back to reality.

Jianna wasn’t a killer.

Jianna wasn’t like this.

This... this creature in front of him... wasn’t the same woman, he knew.

"Jianna, what the hell has gotten into you?"

His voice cracked, fear bleeding into it.

She laughed again, like he’d asked the most ridiculous question in the world. "Oh... nothing, my dear."

She dragged the body behind her as she took a step forward. "Nothing at all. This is me."

She stopped and leaned forward, her smile stretching. "Me... Jianna Ashbourne."

The room went silent for a while. Letting fear curl into him.

"Oliver..." She breathed his name affectionately.

And his heart skipped. Not in affection. But in his pure horror.

Why did her voice change?

"You know..." Jianna tilted her head, eyes gleaming with something unhinged. "I’ve always liked you. And I don’t mean that stupid older-sister kind of like."

Her smile sharpened. "But you..." she clicked her tongue, the sound slicing through the air. "You decided not to reciprocate those feelings."

All color drained from Oliver’s face. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what it meant... my love." She stretched the words as if savoring them. "I have always loved you. I was willing to forget about the age gap. It never mattered. Not to me."

She paused. Her expression twisting painfully. "But you... what did you do?" Her smile dropped as her eyes turned hollow. "You took likeness in my daughter... " she spat the word like poison, "and even went ahead and fuck her."

"Jianna." Oliver snapped, horror knotting hard in his chest. "Have you gone completely mad? Your husband was my dad’s friend... my dad’s fucking friend."

Jianna released the bloody hair of the secretary, the corpse’s head thudding on the floor with a sickening whump.

She walked closer. Like a predator who knew her prey had nowhere to run. "It didn’t matter," she whispered, voice cold and eerily steady. "I solved the issue."

Oliver’s eyes narrowed. "What?"

"I solved the only problem we could ever have."

Her laugh came back. This time, happier. "I killed them."

She laughed harder, clutching her stomach. "I fucking killed them."

Oliver froze entirely. His brain stopped working. "You... did what?"

Jianna’s smile widened slowly, like her face was stretching beyond what a human expression should allow. "Oh, Oliver..." she whispered, stepping even closer. "I killed my obstacles."