"Lydia, let's make a deal. This thirty million will be your payment for marrying Oliver for five years. Your mother's illness needs this money too. During these five years, I need you to watch over Oliver... and keep an eye on Czarina for me."
"After five years, no matter what happens, you'll be free."
Back then, I didn't understand. I'd secretly loved Oliver for five years—how could I ever walk away?
But three days later, when he returned from the hospital and announced the news of his brother's death... everything changed.
He said, he wanted Czarina to bear his child.
That child would be the eldest son of the Romulo family in name—his brother's child.
I stood up and instructed the housekeeper to take down the huge wedding portrait hanging in the bedroom.
But the moment she removed it, several men came in carrying another massive wedding portrait.
The groom was still Oliver. But the bride... was now Czarina.
Czarina walked in, hand gently stroking her flat stomach.
"Lydia, I'm sorry. My condition has been unstable lately. The doctor said having more items that show my intimate connection with Oliver will help me recover."
"You have great taste. Help me pick a few more photos."