The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 199: Accusation

Chapter 199: Accusation

Tony’s heart skipped a beat as his phone finally rang, the screen displaying Olivia’s name. With trembling fingers, he answered the call, relief flooding through him like a tidal wave.

"Hello?" Tony said, his voice tinged with urgency and concern.

On the other end of the line, Olivia’s voice came through, cool and nonchalant. "Hey, Tony," she greeted casually, as if unaware of the panic that had gripped him moments before.

Tony’s brow furrowed in frustration as he struggled to contain his emotions. "Olivia, where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you for a while now" he exclaimed, his words rushed and breathless.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by a dismissive chuckle from Olivia. "Relax, Tony," she said, her tone dripping with indifference. "I was just tied up with some business. Nothing for you to worry about."

But Tony’s worry refused to be quenched so easily. "But what about Abby?" he pressed, his voice pleading for reassurance.

Again, Olivia’s response was infuriatingly casual. "Abby’s fine," she replied, her tone bordering on boredom. "She’s with me. We’re just taking care of a few things."

Remo’s hand shot out, snatching the phone from Tony’s grasp before he could react. With a steely glare, he brought the device to his ear, his patience wearing thin with each passing moment.

"Abby," Remo’s voice was firm, commanding, as he addressed Olivia on the other end of the line. "Let me speak to her. Now."

There was a pause, followed by Olivia’s smooth, composed reply. "I’m sorry, Remo," she said, her tone deceptively calm. "Abby’s busy at the moment. She can’t come to the phone right now."

Remo’s jaw clenched with frustration at Olivia’s response, his grip on the phone tightening until his knuckles turned white. "Where is she?" he demanded, his voice a low growl that brooked no argument.

Again, Olivia’s reply was infuriatingly vague. "She’s with me," she said, her tone betraying no hint of emotion. "We’re just taking care of some business. Nothing for you to worry about."

"Olivia," Remo’s voice was dangerously low, a warning simmering beneath the surface, "I want to speak with Abby. Now."

But Olivia remained unmoved, her tone as unyielding as ever. "I’m sorry, Remo," she repeated, her words like ice, "but Abby’s unavailable. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Remo’s frown deepened into a scowl as he considered the implications of Olivia’s refusal. Something was amiss, and the growing sense of unease gnawed at him like a relentless predator.

Olivia was not one to disobey his orders lightly, and her refusal to let him speak with Abby spoke volumes about the gravity of the situation. But what could Abby possibly be doing that was so urgent, so pressing, that she couldn’t spare a moment to speak with him?

"Oli-" Remo’s voice was sharp, his patience wearing thin as he attempted to interject.

But Olivia cut him off before he could finish, her interruption like a dagger aimed squarely at his heart. "Sorry, Boss," she retorted, her tone dripping with disdain. "Miss Abby is calling me. Also, aren’t you busy with another woman?"

The accusation hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension suffusing the space between them. Remo’s jaw clenched with indignation, his pulse quickening with a mix of anger and disbelief.

Before he could respond, Olivia abruptly ended the call, leaving Remo staring at the now silent phone in his hand, his mind racing with a torrent of conflicting emotions.

A surge of fury coursed through Remo’s veins as he struggled to make sense of Olivia’s cryptic words. How dare she insinuate such a thing? And what had happened ?

Remo’s gaze hardened as he met Tony’s concerned eyes, the weight of Olivia’s accusations heavy on his mind.

"Tony," he began, his voice low and measured, "Olivia just accused me of being busy with another woman. And she refused to let me speak with Abby."

Tony’s eyes widened in disbelief, a frown creasing his brow as he processed Remo’s words. "That doesn’t make any sense," he replied, his voice tinged with confusion. "Why would Olivia say something like that?"

Remo shook his head, his frustration mounting with each passing moment. "I don’t know," he admitted, his tone tight with anger

Tony’s brows furrowed in concern as he listened to Remo’s grim assessment. "You know Olivia hates infidelity. If she’s saying that—"

Remo’s jaw tightened, a realization dawning on him like a bolt of lightning. "Then Abby might think so?" he finished Tony’s sentence, his voice heavy with resignation.

A curse escaped Remo’s lips as he connected the dots, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place with a sickening clarity. "Nicole—knowing her, that dinner was probably a trap," he muttered, his tone laced with bitterness.

With a heavy sigh, Remo rubbed a hand over his face, the weight of the situation bearing down on him like a leaden weight. "Let’s go back home," he said wearily, his voice tinged with regret. "I can only imagine what Abby thinks about me right now."

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The thumping bass of the music reverberated through the dimly lit room, casting dancing shadows across the walls as Abby swayed to the rhythm, her movements fluid and graceful. Flanked by Sophia and Olivia, she lost herself in the pulsating energy of the music, the cares of the outside world fading into oblivion for a fleeting moment.

Sophia had suggested they go out to a club, insisting that Abby needed to let loose and dance with some hot guys to forget about Remo – a notion that Abby had met with equal parts reluctance and amusement. But Olivia had been vehemently against the idea, her protective instincts kicking into overdrive at the mere thought of Abby venturing out into the night alone.

So instead, Sophia had orchestrated their own private party at Abby’s house, transforming the living room into a makeshift dance floor with flashing lights and thumping beats. It was her way of checking up on Abby, of ensuring that she wasn’t left alone with her thoughts and the ever-present specter of Remo’s absence.

Sophia gyrated beside her, her laughter infectious as she twirled and swayed to the pulsating rhythm of the music.

"Come on, Abby!" Sophia shouted over the pounding beat, her voice barely audible above the cacophony of sound. "Let loose and forget about Remo for a while!"

Abby tried to lose herself in the music, to let go of the thoughts of Remo that plagued her mind like unwelcome ghosts. But no matter how hard she tried, the images lingered in the back of her mind, a constant reminder of the ache in her heart.

As she danced, Abby’s gaze flickered to Olivia, who watched from the sidelines with a mixture of concern and amusement. Because she had to look after Abby she was barely drinking.

Abby took a long sip of her drink, the cool liquid burning its way down her throat.

As she lowered the glass from her lips, her gaze wandered aimlessly around the room, the flickering lights casting dancing shadows across the walls. Lost in her own thoughts, she didn’t notice the figure that had entered the room until it was too late.