Novels by mainamoxieb

Olivia's pov I barely slept, again. But this time, it wasn’t fear keeping me up—it was purpose. There was something empowering about having all the evidence laid out on my table, about finally opening the box I’d kept sealed for over a year. I’d been afraid that confronting it would shatter me, but it didn’t. If anything, it lit a fire under me. I had proof. I had support. I had something worth fighting for. Myself. My child. And—whether I was ready to admit it out loud or not—Nathan. So when I woke the next morning, I wasn’t running. I was planning. The first thing I did was call my lawyer. Technically, former lawyer—Eleanor Braverman had represented me in the early stages of separating from Mitchell, back when I still believed the legal system would offer protection from men like him. It didn’t. Not really. But Eleanor had been one of the few people who genuinely tried. Who believed me. Who fought when no one else would. She picked up on the second ring. “Olivia?” she

Olivia's pov The message stayed with me the whole night. Even after I tucked my phone beneath my pillow, even after I shut my eyes and begged sleep to take me—it’s not over—those words throbbed in my skull like a warning bell I couldn’t silence. By the time the first weak rays of morning light spilled through my window, I hadn’t slept more than twenty minutes. My stomach churned with a sickening cocktail of anxiety and nausea, and my body felt like it had been through a storm. But I got up anyway. Because that’s what you do when fear tries to paralyze you. You move. You breathe. You keep going. I took a longer shower than usual, letting the hot water beat down my back and loosen some of the tightness from my shoulders. I brushed out my hair slowly, carefully—trying to create a sense of control in at least one small area of my life. The baby fluttered inside me—a soft, reassuring little nudge that reminded me I wasn’t alone. “Hey,” I whispered to the bump, rest

Olivia's pov The photo sat on my nightstand, flipped over, but I could still feel its presence like it was burning through the wood. Sleep hadn’t come. I’d changed positions a dozen times, counted backward from a hundred, tried breathing exercises—but none of it worked. My mind wouldn’t stop spinning. Vanessa’s visit had stirred up more than just memories. It had opened a vault I’d kept locked for over a year. And now the past wasn’t just tapping at the door—it had kicked it wide open. I glanced at my phone again. 11:47 PM. I couldn’t keep this in. Not anymore. Not when the threats were circling like vultures. Not when Nathan, unknowingly, had just stepped into the blast zone. And especially not when I was carrying his child. I opened my contacts and hovered over his name. You’re going to ruin everything, the voice in my head whispered. What if he changes his mind about you? But I tapped Call anyway. He answered after two rings. “Olivia?” His voice was soft, hoarse with sl

Olivia's pov The moment I saw the photo, I knew I was in trouble.Not the kind you could talk your way out of. Not even the kind that came with a clean ending. This was the kind of trouble that crept in through the cracks you thought you’d sealed tight—the kind that wore your past like perfume.It was me in the photo. Standing on the sidewalk in front of a building I hadn’t seen in over a year. The shadows in the frame weren’t just from the afternoon sun—they were the ghosts I thought I’d left behind in New York.I shoved the picture into my drawer before anyone could see it. My hands were shaking.The baby inside me—my baby—deserved better than this mess. I closed my eyes and took a breath, one hand instinctively going to my belly like I could shield it from the world.I needed to tell Nathan.I couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine. Because it wasn’t.---I barely heard the knock on my office door. Kelly popped her head in with her usual chipper smile.“Nathan’s asking for y

OliviaThe words were still there when I opened my phone again.Does he know who you really are?I sat on the edge of my bed, fingers numb and vision blurry. I’d stared at the message so long it had burned into my eyes. No number. No name. Just six little words that threatened to crack the foundation I was trying so hard to build.I deleted it.Then I blocked the number.And still… I didn’t feel safe.I hadn’t told Nathan. I wasn’t ready. I didn’t know how to be ready. Whatever this was—someone playing games, or something more serious—I needed time to figure it out before dragging him into the chaos. He was already adjusting to the idea of fatherhood. That was enough pressure without adding this shadow from my past.Because whoever sent that message?They knew something.---NathanI knew something was wrong.Olivia brushed it off in the office, but she hadn’t been herself. Not since the meeting. Not since the text. I’d seen the way her expression changed—the way she locked her phone

I closed the door behind me, resting my forehead against the cool wood as I let out the breath I’d been holding since I walked away from him. My heart still thudded against my ribs, louder than it had during the conversation itself.He hadn’t run.That was the part that kept echoing in my head.He hadn’t yelled, denied, or disappeared. He listened. And though his words hadn’t been filled with promises and romantic declarations, there had been something raw in his voice—an emotion I hadn’t expected from a man who made power plays before breakfast.Still, it didn’t change the reality.I was pregnant.And now he knew.I kicked off my heels and padded barefoot to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water I didn’t really want. My stomach was tight, not from morning sickness but nerves. I hadn’t told anyone else. Not my best friend, not my mom, not even my doctor beyond the confirmation appointment. It was too fragile, too early.Too real.My phone buzzed from the counter.Nathan: I mean