Olivia’s POV:“So, Emma already knows I’m here and is waiting to lecture me, right?” I cross my arms over my chest huffily as Theo pulls up the long driveway to his gorgeous two-story home that faced the blue sea.“Come on, Emma doesn’t lecture. Emma likes to help, and nope, we don’t know you are here. I just saw you a while ago and that may be attributed to fate, Liv.” Theo lifts knowing eyebrows and a cheeky smile my way.“Let’s get this over with. Then maybe I can go back to discovering Santorini and turn down the next street and maybe fall in love.” I slide myself out when we stop and make my way ahead of him.I plod to the door and go to walk in without hesitation. Theo, close on my heels, tugs me back by my ponytail, so he can jump in front of me with a chuckle and meets another rain of light slaps on his arm as I try to muscle him out of the way. We have carried on this way ever since I met them.“Emma, I’m home and I brough a gift.”Theo yells and muscles me under his arm to s
Olivia’s POV:I slump back, mirroring Emma’s casual pose as the small happy laughter and squeals echo gently from outside with Theo’s voice intermingled and drifting our way. Emma leans back for a second to peek out, a warmth hitting her face and lighting up her eyes before she returns to focus on me.“Well?” Emma reminds me. I was sitting watching her. My head lost somewhere between her ten thousand questions and just sheer fatigue.“I’ve been better! I’ve felt better, Emma, there’s really nothing to tell.” I shrug and swipe my mug to take a mouthful of the strong coffee roast filled it with. I blanch at how strong it is, even with creamer.“Hmm…you work hard…even with all the money you inherited, you never travelled. I persuaded you many times to come visit us here.” Emma raises eyebrows my way with only a look of calculation on her face, no doubt her psychology degree working overtime in that quick brain to pinpoint the route to my awful personality facelift.“It’s a touchy subject
Olivia’s POV:“I can’t be. This isn’t true or….” I wail brokenly, something inside of me snapping into place and realizing that Emma is onto something after all. Emma has hit the nail on the head, and I was too stupid ever to see it.All I can think of is the memories I had with him, the trust and bond between us. The happy times and shared moments, the bad ones, and how he wiped away my tears. The pain I felt when he told me things from his past and the unexplainable hatred when he mentioned Alice for the first time and realized this one was different for him. She wasn’t temporary. The overwhelming pettiness and dislike for a girl I assumed just annoyed me endlessly, while all this time, it’s been bitter jealousy because she has him in a way I never can. The past days of simultaneously pushing him away with my behavior to punish yet clinging to him with need. I have spent the entirety of his relationship with her trying to regain my hold on him in stupid ways, smug when it works, de
Olivia’s POV:I was stunned. No, shocked to the core when an expensive looking man waited for me in the private visitor’s lounge in Bedford Women’s Correctional.“Hello, Olivia.” His teeth were pearly white I swear they could’ve blinded me.“Hi…I think you have the wrong Olivia…”He chuckled. “No, I have the right Olivia. You’re Olivia Charleston, right?”Damn, even his laughter sounded costly. Who is this man? I felt like a lump was blocking my throat so I nodded like a sea lion. With my orange outfit, I might pass as one. He motioned me to take the seat adjacent to his and sat down.“My name is Harvey Brown. I’m Meredith’s lawyer and executioner.” He extended his hand and I took it but very gingerly. “I heard you’re a free woman tomorrow.”“Meredith? She’s alive?” I realize that it was an inappropriate question and ignored everything he just said. “I am so sorry…it’s just that…the last time I saw her…she was being wheeled to an ambulance. They said it’s heart attack. I…I haven’t hea
Olivia’s POV:“Okay…where am I supposed to stay?” I asked.My mother pulled out two hundred dollars and tossed it on the table carelessly as if she were giving money to a beggar. “Here, take this. Find a motel or rent a place. It's up to you.”I forced a bitter smile. “And what about Paul? What does he say about this?”Just then, Paul emerged from the bathroom. Without hesitation, he said, “Of course not. You're my sister. Of course, I'm on your side. If you want to stay here, I'll clear the room for you.”It seemed he still cared about me. I nodded with relief. “I’d like to stay for a while. I missed you guys.”But as soon as I said that, Paul’s expression froze. He stood there, looking at me, but made no move to clean the room. I stared back, puzzled. Did I say something offensive?At this time, Miles walked up to me, her voice sharp. “Olivia, have you lost your mind in prison? How can you be so inconsiderate? Can't you see how cramped the house is? Even if we clear out the room, it
Brandon’s POV:I am Aunt Meredith’s only family and I have high hopes for myself. My Aunt is a complicated person. She married three times and her wealth came from all the marriages that did not give her any children. To this day, she’s Meredith Walton. Her last marriage was lucrative.She was a Pembroke and wealthy in her own right before she married all the ridiculously wealthy men. Until this day, I had no idea how a woman who doesn't have an active social life managed to ensnare three of America's wealthiest. Aunt Meredith's conviction wasn't even disclosed to the public eye. Because she's freakishly wealthy and had connections everywhere---people assumed she was just chilling in one of her many properties in the tropics when, in fact, she was serving time in Bedford Women's Correctional.Her life was pretty scandalous too. But that’s beside the point. My main concern here is who takes over all her assets. Harvey Brown’s secretary smiled at me when I walked into his elegant office
Olivia’s POV:That night, I still couldn’t get that scene yesterday from my head. I have a feeling that it was going to live rent-free in my head from now on.Miles rubbing her belly and speaking to me mercilessly.My father talking as he put out his cigarette and said coldly, “Liv, you're grown up now. It's time you understood the importance of contributing to the family instead of causing trouble.”Each of their words felt like a sharp knife piercing my heart. Despite my overwhelming disappointment, my eyes welled up. I looked at them and said hoarsely, “No wonder you never visited me once during my five years in prison. I thought you were just too busy to see me. But now I see you only saw me as a moneymaker. You kicked me to the curb without hesitation the moment I couldn't make money anymore.”I tilted my head back, fighting to hold back my tears. Then, I asked, “So you're all determined to kick me out today?”“Yes!” They all replied without hesitation.Clearly, there was no room
Olivia’s POV:How I’ve waited for this moment!If not for their cold-heartedness, I might have been drained dry by them and eventually discarded. Their cruelty pushed me to become self-reliant.“Liv,” Miles’ energy shifted. She was now approaching me with her fake smile. “I-if this hotel is yours, why didn't you tell us earlier? Look at the misunderstanding we had just now. If you had told us you were the CEO, we could have happily celebrated your nephew’s celebration together.”Paul nodded repeatedly, as usual. “That’s true, Liv. You kept this a secret too well. Come on, let’s just have a nice family gathering today. You don't know how much we've missed you these past six months. Right, mom and dad?”I raised a brow. “Really? I remember you calling me names, you called me poor, and insisted on kicking me out. Before I forget, who slapped me and called security to throw me out? Oh. It was you. Dearest brother, your way of expressing your longing is certainly unique, isn't it? Damn, yo
Olivia’s POV:“I can’t be. This isn’t true or….” I wail brokenly, something inside of me snapping into place and realizing that Emma is onto something after all. Emma has hit the nail on the head, and I was too stupid ever to see it.All I can think of is the memories I had with him, the trust and bond between us. The happy times and shared moments, the bad ones, and how he wiped away my tears. The pain I felt when he told me things from his past and the unexplainable hatred when he mentioned Alice for the first time and realized this one was different for him. She wasn’t temporary. The overwhelming pettiness and dislike for a girl I assumed just annoyed me endlessly, while all this time, it’s been bitter jealousy because she has him in a way I never can. The past days of simultaneously pushing him away with my behavior to punish yet clinging to him with need. I have spent the entirety of his relationship with her trying to regain my hold on him in stupid ways, smug when it works, de
Olivia’s POV:I slump back, mirroring Emma’s casual pose as the small happy laughter and squeals echo gently from outside with Theo’s voice intermingled and drifting our way. Emma leans back for a second to peek out, a warmth hitting her face and lighting up her eyes before she returns to focus on me.“Well?” Emma reminds me. I was sitting watching her. My head lost somewhere between her ten thousand questions and just sheer fatigue.“I’ve been better! I’ve felt better, Emma, there’s really nothing to tell.” I shrug and swipe my mug to take a mouthful of the strong coffee roast filled it with. I blanch at how strong it is, even with creamer.“Hmm…you work hard…even with all the money you inherited, you never travelled. I persuaded you many times to come visit us here.” Emma raises eyebrows my way with only a look of calculation on her face, no doubt her psychology degree working overtime in that quick brain to pinpoint the route to my awful personality facelift.“It’s a touchy subject
Olivia’s POV:“So, Emma already knows I’m here and is waiting to lecture me, right?” I cross my arms over my chest huffily as Theo pulls up the long driveway to his gorgeous two-story home that faced the blue sea.“Come on, Emma doesn’t lecture. Emma likes to help, and nope, we don’t know you are here. I just saw you a while ago and that may be attributed to fate, Liv.” Theo lifts knowing eyebrows and a cheeky smile my way.“Let’s get this over with. Then maybe I can go back to discovering Santorini and turn down the next street and maybe fall in love.” I slide myself out when we stop and make my way ahead of him.I plod to the door and go to walk in without hesitation. Theo, close on my heels, tugs me back by my ponytail, so he can jump in front of me with a chuckle and meets another rain of light slaps on his arm as I try to muscle him out of the way. We have carried on this way ever since I met them.“Emma, I’m home and I brough a gift.”Theo yells and muscles me under his arm to s
Olivia’s POV:I’ve been walking for what feels like hours, in a small town of Santorini. Before leaving New York, I was faced with a problem. I had Greece on top of my head. I was always fascinated by the blue seas and marble houses. Maurice and Ethan couldn’t leave the country because they don’t have a passport yet and so my instinct kicked in and I phoned Harvey.[That’s your problem, Liv?] He asked me like it was not a problem.“Hmm, you are right. Maybe I should forget Greece and settle for a nearby state.”[You have a private plane, Olivia. Meredith owns one. She’s s sucker for travel and it’s high time you enjoy that privilege as well. I’ll call the pilot. He is Meredith’s trusted air person and I’ll have all the necessary clearance arranged. As for the passport, I’ll take care of that too.]“T-that’s possible?”[Of course. I will call you with an update. It will take me maybe thirty minutes.]Hmm, perks of the rich and powerful. Harvey was true to his words. He arranged everyth
Olivia’s POV:I’ve mulled around my room for the last few hours, sitting on my bed and absolutely doing nothing. I finished what I could finish at work and brought the other work home. Brandon was nowhere in sight.“Of course, he’s not here. If he were, he wouldn’t want to bump into you.” I muttered under my breath. “You’re crazy, Olivia.” I’m trying hard not to get frustrated with the feelings inside.I went home in haste.Maurice knocked on my door. She smiles my way with a warm, affectionate look, and I catch myself smiling back, despite my current state. I left the door open and I couldn’t care less. My mind was drifting some place else. I’m both angry and upset----a mix of both and it’s never a good sign. Losing control over my emotions is not good in my book.“Hey, can I come in?”“It’s open, isn’t it?” I huff churlishly and then internally chastise myself at the crushed expression fleeting across her face. I am so used to being prickly with people around me nowadays that I for
Olivia’s POV:Last night was a bummer for me. The last time I slept this awful was the night after I had my entire family arrested. I know I shouldn’t be feeling this way given the blur of my relationship with Brandon. We kiss, we touch and we like each other, I am very sure about that but labels are important too.And now that an important person in his life showed up---my gut keeps on pushing me to be nosey. Honestly, I would care less if we maintained that professional barrier up between us.But I can’t let my emotional issues get in the way of my day to day life. I have to leave the comfort of my home and show up at work. But first, I need a run. The townhouse where I decided to live has a park nearby notorious to runners in the morning and I feel like I needed the endorphin boost.I washed up, got dressed and grabbed a smoothie in the kitchen as a pre-run energy booster. I also checked on Ethan who was snug on his small bed. Maurice was already up and nodded at me when she saw my
Alice’s POV:I don’t know how to respond; but I know I’m happy. I also know he did the right thing. Olivia will never suspect we’re lovers and I can be around them. Watching over my property will be easier than when I’m at a distance lurking like a shadow. However, I will not show Brandon that I loved the idea.“T-that’s awesome.” I managed to say. “I’ll take a cab. Thank you.” Not waiting for a response, I unclip my belt and slide out quickly. As expected, Brnadon moves to catch me across the center console, but I’m quicker. Dodging his outstretched grasp and leaving his door open, I move fast along the grassy edging to the road.I’m an expert in heels on all terrain and I want him to be desperate to have me back in the car. I tuck my head down, determined to walk. He catches up to me quickly, easy strides for someone with legs like his. I don’t hear him approach and inhale sharply at the sudden warmth of hands on me as he catches me by the waist from behind and pulls me back to a ha
“What was that?” Brandon frowns at her, anger well hidden beneath that cool and calm exterior in which he excelled.“I had a few drinks…or more, that’s what.” Alice shrugged nonchalantly. “You found me, yay.”“Alice, this sh*t is getting old. What’s the problem?” Brandon tugged her with him by the hand, turning away without waiting for more of a response. His manner is all hostile, even if he seems fine to the untrained eye. He’s mad at her, that’s clear.When they got outside into the night air, Brandon lets Alice go to walk ahead to the car, she almost stumbled clumsily. Catching her heel on an uneven paving stone. He guides her to the car silently, in a controlled manner, his face deadpan. Alice can sense the distance between them. Her nerves are gnawing at her, mood wary, skin tingling with apprehension that something is off and different this time. She knows that lately, they haven’t exactly been getting on.For weeks now, there’s been a coolness between them, but right now, besi
Olivia’s POV:Best friend?A female best friend?I’ve known Brandon for some time now and we’ve talked about an array of things, work-related and personal but this friend never came up. Until now. My gut tells me I have to meet this friend. Of course, I couldn’t and wouldn’t impose that on Brandon. We don’t exactly have a label to begin with, right?I was almost ready to cut off what we have this morning. Now that this special friend showed up, maybe I’d have a better reason to end things with Brandon. It’s always easier to put a blame on someone than explaining why you are scared to trust and allow people inside your carefully crafted wall.I padded through the townhouse in my fluffy slippers. I realized my stomach is grumbling so I decided to make my way to the kitchen and fix something. I have two staffs here who take care of everything for me and Ethan. As I did so, I noticed that the house needed more stuff for the boy and made a mental note to browse the internet for essentials