Novels by vivianneewrites

Olivia's povAmelia’s departure left a hollow echo in the corridors my office, her heels clicking away into the distance, her silence a victory I hadn’t expected but didn’t fully trust. My words—“I’ll marry him again… fight for full custody”—hung in the air like smoke, bold and reckless, their weight settling into my chest with a mix of triumph and dread. My heart pounded, my hands trembling as I stood there, the morning air sharp against my flushed skin. I’d faced her down, held my ground, but the fire of my defiance was already fading, replaced by a gnawing guilt that twisted my stomach. What had I done? Threatening to take Lucas back, to tear apart their family—it wasn’t me, not really, but the words had spilled out, fueled by her venom and my own tangled longing for a past I couldn’t reclaim. I took a shaky breath, my legs unsteady, and forced myself toward my desk, desperate to bury the encounter in work, to escape the storm of emotions threatening to drown me.I settled at

Olivia's POV The morning sun was barely cresting the horizon as I pulled into the company parking lot, the engine’s hum fading into a heavy silence that matched the turmoil churning inside me. My hands lingered on the steering wheel, knuckles pale from gripping it too tightly, as if holding on could steady the storm of emotions still raging from last night. Austin’s words—“I didn’t ask you to care for me”—echoed in my head, each syllable a fresh wound, laced with guilt and regret that burned hotter with every replay. My eyes stung, gritty from tears and sleeplessness, my chest a tight knot of anger, shame, and a longing for Lucas I couldn’t shake, no matter how hard I tried. I took a shaky breath, willing myself to focus, to bury it all and face the day, but the weight of it clung to me, heavy and unrelenting.I pushed open the car door, the cool morning air hitting my face like a slap, and stepped out, my heels clicking against the asphalt. That’s when I saw her—Amelia, standin

Olivia's povAustin’s words hit me like a slap, sharp and searing, cutting through the quiet of the kitchen with a force that stole my breath. “Did you think anyone believed that silly lie you told?” he asked, his voice low, thick with anger, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made my heart lurch. I froze, my hands gripping a damp dish towel, the air suddenly too heavy, too tight. Shock rippled through me, cold and electric, my pulse hammering in my ears as I registered the accusation in his tone. He knew—or at least suspected—and the realization sent a wave of panic crashing over me, my chest constricting with guilt and fear.“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice trembling, a weak attempt to feign ignorance despite the truth clawing at my throat. My fingers tightened around the towel, twisting it until my knuckles ached, as if the pain could ground me, keep me from unraveling.I knew exactly what he meant—the lie I’d told Ethan, the flimsy excuse about a business f

Oliva's POV The night air was cool against my skin as Lucas walked me back to my car, his footsteps quiet beside mine, the silence between us heavy with the weight of everything unspoken. I clutched my purse tighter, my fingers digging into the leather as I tried to anchor myself, to quell the storm of emotions swirling inside—longing, guilt, fear, and a fragile hope I didn’t dare name. The parking lot was dim, the streetlights casting long shadows that danced across his face, and I stole glances at him, my breath catching at the familiar lines of his jaw, the exhaustion etched into his eyes. My chest ached with a love I couldn’t shake, a pull that threatened to unravel me every time he was near.He stopped by my car, his hands shoved into his pockets, his gaze flickering to the ground before meeting mine. “I wish you hadn’t come with your car,” he said, his voice low, rough with a wistfulness that twisted my heart. “I could’ve dropped you off.”The words hung there, soft and int

Olivia's pov The kiss hung between us like a storm cloud, electric and untamed, its aftershock trembling through my lips, my veins, my very soul. We stood in Lucas’s office, the dim light casting jagged shadows across his face, his breath ragged, mirroring the frantic thudding of my heart. My hands lingered on his chest, pressed against the fabric of his shirt, feeling the wild, desperate beat beneath—alive, real, a rhythm that echoed the chaos tearing through me. My knees weakened, my breath shallow, as I drowned in his eyes—those hazel depths I’d once known better than my own, now stormy with guilt, longing, and a rawness that pierced me to my core. My chest ached, a hollow, searing pain, as every buried feeling I’d fought to suppress clawed its way back, overwhelming and unstoppable.He broke the silence first, his voice a jagged whisper, thick with regret and something deeper, something that cracked my heart open wider. “I’m sorry,” he said, his gaze dropping to the floor, h

Olivia's POVThe backyard was filled with the scent of grilled meat and charcoal. I stood near the picnic table, a glass of lemonade in my hand, the cool condensation slick against my fingers as I tried to anchor myself in the moment. The glow of string lights cast a warm haze over everything, softening the edges of the day’s chaos, but my mind was still a tangled mess, replaying Ryan’s father’s threats, the police, and literally everything that had gone wrong in my life.Ethan was across the lawn, chasing Aiden around in a game of tag, the little boy’s squeals of delight piercing the evening air. It was a scene so normal, so peaceful, that it almost felt like a lie—like I’d stepped into someone else’s life instead of my own.Vivian sidled up beside me, her shoulder brushing mine, her presence a quiet comfort I’d missed more than I’d realized. She held a plate of ribs, picking at them absently, her eyes soft as she watched Ethan scoop Aiden up and spin him around. “He’s missed you,