Novels by Author cennette

OLIVIA’S POVThe decision to move in with Dawson had been made in a haste, but it felt like the safest option. Logan's sudden reappearance in my life had already left me shaken, but it was the unsettling frequency with which is seemed to appear near Lily's school, the Park, and even the corner store that tipped me over the edge. Dawson had offered immediately. "I have this space, Olivia. you and Lily don't need to handle this alone.” it had taken me a day to say yes. I had been hesitant, not wanting to disrupt lily’s life more than necessary, but I realized I couldn't risk her safety.Logan's intentions were unclear, but his persistence was unnerving, and I couldn't afford to be caught of guard.XXXThe cafe was quite except for the soft Hymn of conversation and the occasional clang of dishes. I had agreed to meet Logan here after he called me earlier in the week, insisting that we talk. reluctantly, I had said yes- not because I wanted to, but because I needed to. His sudden reapp

OLIVIA’S POVThe air between Dawson and me had been different since that day in the back. Logan's sudden reappearance hadn't just stirred of old memories; it had created and undercurrent of tension I couldn't ignore. I hadn't even seen Logan again since that fleeting moment, yet his presence lingered like an unwelcome shadow.Dawson, to his credit, hadn't say much about it. he had been patient, supportive even. but I could see the shift in his eyes, The way his jaw tightened when Lily brought up her "new friend from the park.” "he said he knew you, mommy” Lily said one evening as I talk her into bed. has more face was lit with the innocent curiosity that only a 5-year-old could muster. "why didn't you talk to him?” I froze, my hands smoothing the blanket over her. "what did he say, sweetheart?” "he just said you were his friend. he was nice, but. . . "she scrunched up her nose, her voice dropping to a whisper. "he looked kind of sad." Sad. the word hits me like a blue to the

Olivia's POVThe Weeknd was to be a breath of fresh air– a real chance for Dawson, Lily and I, to escape the constant pressure of work and the ever present under current of suspicious surrounding us. it was Dawson’s idea to take Lily to the park, and I had to admit, the thought of sometime outdoor sounded appealing.The morning was crisp, the air laced with faint scent of flowers blooming nearby. LIly had been bouncing with excitement all morning, barely able to wait to get to the playground. Dawson and I followed her as she darted ahead, her laughter ringing like music."she's going to wear herself out before we even get there,” Dawson said with a smile, his hand brushing mine as we walked. I glanced at him, feeling a warmth race in my chest. there was something so natural about the three of us being together like this– a momentary glimpse of what life could be like if we weren't constantly juggling complication and responsibilities. "I don't think lady knows the meaning of

OLIVIA’S POVAfter a whirlwind Of the past few days, days I finally had a chance to breathe. for the first time in what felt like forever, I woke up feeling somewhat rested. the early morning sun crypt in through the Curtains in my bedroom, casting a warm, golden glow. I stretched out on the bed, Savoring the rare quite before the day’s chaos began. Lily was already awake, her little feet pitter-pattering across the hardwood floors. I could hear her giggles from the next room, and just like that, is my phone it's way to my face. I got up and went to her, my heart lifting at the sight of her bright eyes and unruly bedhead. "mama” she squealed, have face lighting up as soon as she saw me. “ good morning, my little sunshine,” I replied, sweeping her up into my arms. her laughter filled the room, infectious and pure, and for a moment, I let myself forget about the investigation and everything weighing on me. I listen as she recounted a dream involving talking dogs and a magical

OLIVIA'S POV Every year the company's host a charity gala, and this year's one was here keeping everyone on the other hand who has gone back home to prepare for the gala. I, on the other hand, was still knee deep in my investigation. The document needed to be signed for final approval and I was yet to let Dawson sign it. I had this feeling deep in my gut like he was about to be in the middle of all this shit happening. But I had to leave and go if I was planning on going to the gala.This year's gala was held at one of the finest hotel in New Orleans. Dawson had to send his driver to take since he was to be there earlier to do some business deals. As I entered the enormous hall, which was designed with gleaming light and tables decorated with beautiful floral clothing, and the chandelier dangling like it was about to descend and smash on the floor, only a glance would convince one how important this gala was to the company. Tonight was an opportunity to relax and perhaps let down my

OLIVIA'S POV I woke up the following morning feeling depressed, still burdened by the notes and figures I had collected during the previous few days. I was relieved and even more convinced that I couldn't ignore this any longer after Emily's visit. There was a limit to how much I could learn without drawing suspicion if I continued my investigation alone. I needed help,someone with access and the knowledge to spot these anomalies as much as I had.And there was only one person I could trust with this. Dawson.The thought of bringing this to him left me nervous. We had a wonderful thing going, both personally and professionally, and I didn't want to upset the balance we'd achieved. But I also knew Dawson was extremely committed to the company, and if there was foul play, he'd want to be part in uncovering the truth. After getting ready and gathering all of my notes, I walked to the office, carrying the small file of paperwork near to me. Every glance down the hallway, every heel clic