Olivia Silver is accused of the murder of her husband and strives to gain her freedom and clear her name. She meets Rafael Okonkwo, the extremely rich, handsome, arrogant, selfish young man who also happens to be one the best lawyers the world has e...
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Rich parties were so boring!
Olivia had lost count of how many times she had said that in her head. She was so bored and tired of standing in the midst of the women around her, pretending to be interested in listening to them talk about just how better than everyone else they thought they were.
That was all they were good at, gossiping.
She looked around and then pursed her lip. She needed a distraction, a reason to leave them completely. She wasn't really fond of badmouthing people and valuing the worth of every woman that walked in through the front door, calculating how much they spent on their dresses or jewelries and comparing them to hers.
She was well aware of how every woman wanted to be friends with her since after the wedding. They always went out of their way to make her a part of everything especially this particular group of women she was standing with.
They were supposedly the most elite and classy African women, married to the most influential and rich men all around the continent and for some reason, talking about everyone else was the only thing that brought these women from different countries and cultures together.
"You should come Olivia." She snapped out of it as soon as the lady beside her called her attention.
Olivia stared at her for a few seconds, her cheeks reddening visibly when she noticed how all the other women were looking at her, giving her all their attention.
"Sorry?" She raised a brow, hoping she hadn't come off as lost as she actually was. She was never even listening all that time and with the way they were looking at her, it was pretty obvious they knew.
Her legs were killing her from having to stand for so long in those heels and she wasn't really interested in the subject of their discussion .
"Sorry, I got distracted." She muttered.
"I was asking if you'd like to join us at my husband's resort this evening?." Olivia had her eyes focused on the Kenyan woman, making sure she was looking her right in the eyes.
Susan Otieno, wife of Peter Otieno, CEO of Otieno hotels and resort, the biggest hotel and resort in Kenya, everyone's favorite place.
She remembered Susan was the first lady outside Nigeria that had reached out to her after the engagement. She had gone out of her way to become friends with her and it had even involved Olivia adding another seven thousand dollar Chanel purse to her collection as an engagement present, courtesy of the Otienos.
"I think it's a good place to just talk about stuff, stuff like Otieno's future business plans with Silver enterprise." The smirk on her face grew wider.
Ah yes, the opportunity talk, of course that was what she wanted, it was all they all wanted. In the big world, no one really made friends for companionship or because they were bored and wanted to hang out, or make friends genuinely. Friends were made for benefits like this, 'scratch my back and I scratch yours', that was the reasoning of the elite world, that was why they wanted to be friends with her so badly and Olivia knew she'd be damned to even think about the possibility that they cared about her.
