DAVION.Sabrina is shocked at my outburst and I could see the fear and worry in her eyes. She probably didn't expect me to say such in the presence of everyone gathered here but I don't care less. She has been using me as a puppet and it's finally her turn to be one."Davy what are you doing?" She asked, holding me by my arm. Her eyes opened wide as she looked around the crowd of people gathered who were muttering incoherent words at my outburst. Everyone was quite shocked and confused as well."You signed a contract and you promised to do this." She said through gritted teeth. "Don't embarrass and do the right thing Davion otherwise, you won't get to see the woman that you claim to love anymore."I chuckled. "I'm sorry Sabrina but this time, luck is not in your favour and the game is on you. I believed that you have done so much to ruin my life already so it's high time for you to face the damn music and you are going to face it head on."Her eyes widened and almost popped out of th
OLIVIA.I had to say that it felt good to be back home after a these years. I felt refreshed and so alive that I had come back home. Davion and I were finally living together in his place ever since I came back from the hospital because I couldn't afford to go to mine after everything that had happened. My leg was healing slowly at its pace and everything could not have been better.The internet has been buzzing since the issue of my kidnap and who was behind it came to light. Davion's proposal for me had also gotten a whole lot of feedback. While people still trolled me by calling me names and bringing my divorce into the mix, some people actually supported and rooted for our love. I had told Davion that we needed to take things slow with each other because I wanted everything to calm down and the dust to settle."You're up?" He said walking into my bedroom. I had requested for a room of my own because I didn't want to share a bed with him. At least not yet and he was understanding
OLIVIA.SIX MONTHS LATER.It's been six whole months since the entire incident happened with Sabrina, her dad and my ex-husband. Sabrina and her father were sentenced to life imprisonment while Clinton was sentenced to twenty years in prison with no parole. My divorce with Clinton was officially successful and I got to receive half of his property and money. The evidence against my father was proven to be false and he was also released from prison as well. I visited mum to pay my respects and also tell her that I miss her alongside Davion.We had both decided to tie the knot after many ups and downs in our lives. I was excited because I would finally be getting married to love of my life and my childhood best friend. Mike's job pulled through and he left the country with Ezra. I later got to find out that they were in a official relationship with each other which was cute by the way. Davion promise to be by my side and he promised me forever. That accepted him into the family and he
OLIVIA’S POV “No…No…it can’t be, it can’t be..” I shook my head, tears already pooling my eyes as I approached the door. I felt my heart sink deep down as I touched the knob to my matrimonial bed, opening the door as the final hope I had in me seeped out. The both of them were so engrossed in what they were doing that they didn’t notice me, her moans leaking out of her mouth with his eyes closed as he kept thrusting in her. The first tear rolled down my eyes as my bag fell to the floor, finally grasping their attention. “Olivia..” my husband called out my name with that dirty mouth of his. I had no idea what to do, or what to say. I fixed my eyes on him, staring at those same eyes that I grew to love and left everything for. “Clint…Clinton.. why? Why?” I finally talked, the tears now rolling down my eyes in full. “Olivia…it’s not… “Don’t..” I cut him off, shaking my head as I approached them. “Don’t even tell me..it’s nothing like that..or..or the devil’s hand work..or you we
Olivia's pov. The next morning, I woke up with a splitting headache. I scowled as I felt the sun ray heavily upon my face. "Ah, the hell..." I cursed as I slowly began to open my eyes. The first thing that came to sight was a strange man fast asleep across from me on the bed. I swallowed a gasp as I threw my hands instinctively to my mouth. Sitting upright on the bed, I look down on myself as bits and fragments of memories of last night flashed across my mind. "Are you crazy, Olivia?". I say in whispers. "Even though Clinton is a cheater, how could you do such a thing?". I shake my head, clearing off my thoughts. "For now, let's leave here and deal with this situation later.". Jumping down from the bed, I picked up my clothes from the ground, quickly changing Into them before scurrying away from the hotel room. Outside the hotel, I hail for a cab, hop in as I quickly tell the driver my address. I stare outside the window as the driver takes off, my mind wandering back to
Olivia’s POV My lips parted in shock and my right hand cradled my right cheek which burned with pain, not physical but emotional pain. I wasn't expecting that from someone I called 'father’. “What was that for?” I muttered, my eyes brimming with hot tears. There was a knock on the door and the handle jerked. Secretary Bessy stood my the doorway, clutching a file of paper works to her chest. “Sir, these documents—” Her jaw slackened and her gaze widened behind her clear spectacles as she noticed the tension in the office. “I'm sorry—” Her voice softened as she turned to leave, disappearing as fast as she appeared. Father turned to me, the look on his wrinkling face livid enough to frighten a kitten. “Do you know the gravity of what you have just done?” I swallowed a subtle gulp and pinned my gaze on him without blinking, my mind struggling to fathom the possible gravity of what I’d done. Did I make the wrong decision in leaving that whore of a man, that unapologetic fool who sa
OLIVIA'S POVIt's been sixteen years of being away from this city but it still feels like yesterday. Every bit and fragment of the memories was fresh and strongly implanted in my head. The city hasn't changed much – the thick wildlife that looked alive, the clean air and the gorgeous Victorian houses could still be felt and seen. The only dominant change was the establishments, it wasn’t night already but multicoloured neon light were already shimmering here and there. As I drove down the street, several thoughts reeled in my mind. Clinton just froze my only hope of surviving, leaving me penniless. I thought of going to my father for help but erased the idea as fast as it came, it wasn’t worth it. "Fuck!” I rested my head on the steering wheel, forgetting I was still on the street road. A horn blared from behind and I jolted, quickly giving way as a flashy convertible overtook. “Are you drunk or something!!” A young guy with long, shoulder-length hair yelled and glared at me. I pa
Davion’s POV Her lustrous brunette rippled like the waves of the ocean, her eyes as bright as emerald and her body as supple as an apple on a summer orchard. I never expected to see her again after she left unannounced from the hotel room. Though we spent a drunken night together, I still remembered every bit and fragment of everything that happened that night. Our gaze seemed to be forever pinned to each other, oblivious of the eyes staring, mouths gasping and cameras snapping. Her eyeballs rolled and at once I realized I held her for quite a long time. With my hands wedged against her lower waist, I carefully jerked her to a steady position, surprised the tray hadn't fallen from her grasp. I received a standing ovation from some members of the crowd. "Thank you.” My ego couldn't help but swell a bit. As I watched her serve tables, a wave of nervous energy flowed through me, she trod gracefully and was beautiful to watch. Never could believe she was a waitress in this distant cit