Olivia’s POV:When Harvey knows something is wrong or someone has wronged, this version of him comes out to shield him from remorse, and I don’t like his appearance now. This is how he deals with everything that would make other humans crumble. He cuts off, so emotions don’t make him regret what typically accompanies heinous acts. I saw this side many times.For Harvey to believe that Brandon was up to something awful, that definitely raises a concern. Worse than a snap of a neck, no doubt. It’s all over him. All the signs are present. However, a part of me wanted to test the waters. It’s a dumb move, actually. I’m throwing all precaution in the air despite my statement about caution. My heart is taking the lead on this one.This calls for a game plan. If Brandon was indeed planning one against me, at least, I am prepared.“You have to understand this is not a game, Olivia.” He read my mind.“Look, I get it, you want to protect me and for that, I am thankful, Harvey. But like you said
Olivia’s POV:The day went as usual. I didn’t get any updates from Brandon or Alice but it was already expected. Her mother is in danger and the last thing they’d do was to update me. Harvey’s words lingered on me. He didn’t say anything else, so I didn’t push through.Ethan is sound asleep, Maurice found another hobby to pass the time. Apparently, she’s a nocturnal and a light sleeper so she texts me and two days ago and told me she used my card to but crafting materials for her crocheting. I appreciate the little things.With nothing else to do, I sat at the living room, facing the window that shows nothing but pitch black. Finding a spot to ponder my life and how far I’ve become. I put my wine glass down and stand up slowly, eyes on a tall, strong figure who made his way in. I walk forward. Growing in determination and confidence, knowing this is what I should do. Watching him as I close the gap between us and sensing his quiet despair that me knowing about what he did will send m
Olivia’s POV:Today and tonight has drained me of everything and flipped me upside down. There’s too much confusion inside me, and my senses tell me to walk away and give myself headspace. He’s too potent, too good at pulling me back to him. I would be too susceptible to fall back while feeling this way, and that would be disastrous. I’m too vulnerable, and I must protect myself, even if he does care about me. “I should go to bed; I have a lot to process.” The air of awkwardness between us returns once more, and we separate again by a few feet.“I think sleep will do you good. You look wiped out. We can talk whenever you want. I’m not going anywhere.” Brandon strays a little closer, but it’s too much. I have so much going on in my head and under my skin that I move away to breathe. I no doubt have a million more questions to get out of my head before I feel able to stand and be okay with him again, but for now, I’m prickling with the need to be alone. I feel like, right now, I don’t
Olivia’s POV:I can’t take it anymore, and finally, I relent and get up to fix myself a warm drink and find some sleeping pills where Maurice or any staff could have them. Anything to get a break from this self-inflicted torture and give my head a rest. Sleep deprivation will not help me figure anything out, and it’s giving me nothing but a headache. I feel like my brain is wringing itself out and pushing its mass through a meat grinder.I pad out to the kitchen through the dark living room and almost jump out of my skin when I turn into the kitchen and walk smack bang into him at the fridge. Heart missing a beat and squealing like an idiot as I collide with a warm, hard body in the semi-darkness. He has all the lights set to low, so I didn’t see his all-black dressed skulking self in the shadows.“Jesus! Brandon!” I jump half a mile and almost drop dead of a heart attack.“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiles at me, looking daunting and impressed with his sinister prowess wh
Olivia’s POV:My insides flip flop all over, warning me how dangerously close I am to falling right back under his spell. He has so much power over me and exerts so little effort to use it. I need to be smarter.“Why are you being so smug and annoyingly confident right now? You weren’t so self-assured this morning, so what is it that’s got you smiling and acting like I’m a done deal today?” I snap at him, not so much in anger but irritated that he is making me crazily nervous and awkward, making assumptions, and I’m making an idiot of myself. I hate that I’m not in control of myself. He only grins at me.“You let me stay tonight. My odds went up massively when you stopped trying to escape. And you haven’t stopped blushing since you came out here. I can see it even in this light, so I’m reading that as progress.”“I hate you. You’re an a**ehole, you know that?” I sigh at him, turning a mock raised brow and pouted facial expression, but he silences me with a swift move and pauses just
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:My insides flip flop all over, warning me how dangerously close I am to falling right back under his spell. He has so much power over me and exerts so little effort to use it. I need to be smarter.“Why are you being so smug and annoyingly confident right now? You weren’t so self-assured this morning, so what is it that’s got you smiling and acting like I’m a done deal today?” I snap at him, not so much in anger but irritated that he is making me crazily nervous and awkward, making assumptions, and I’m making an idiot of myself. I hate that I’m not in control of myself. He only grins at me.“You let me stay tonight. My odds went up massively when you stopped trying to escape. And you haven’t stopped blushing since you came out here. I can see it even in this light, so I’m reading that as progress.”“I hate you. You’re an a**ehole, you know that?” I sigh at him, turning a mock raised brow and pouted facial expression, but he silences me with a swift move and pauses just
Olivia’s POV:I can’t take it anymore, and finally, I relent and get up to fix myself a warm drink and find some sleeping pills where Maurice or any staff could have them. Anything to get a break from this self-inflicted torture and give my head a rest. Sleep deprivation will not help me figure anything out, and it’s giving me nothing but a headache. I feel like my brain is wringing itself out and pushing its mass through a meat grinder.I pad out to the kitchen through the dark living room and almost jump out of my skin when I turn into the kitchen and walk smack bang into him at the fridge. Heart missing a beat and squealing like an idiot as I collide with a warm, hard body in the semi-darkness. He has all the lights set to low, so I didn’t see his all-black dressed skulking self in the shadows.“Jesus! Brandon!” I jump half a mile and almost drop dead of a heart attack.“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiles at me, looking daunting and impressed with his sinister prowess wh
Olivia’s POV:Today and tonight has drained me of everything and flipped me upside down. There’s too much confusion inside me, and my senses tell me to walk away and give myself headspace. He’s too potent, too good at pulling me back to him. I would be too susceptible to fall back while feeling this way, and that would be disastrous. I’m too vulnerable, and I must protect myself, even if he does care about me. “I should go to bed; I have a lot to process.” The air of awkwardness between us returns once more, and we separate again by a few feet.“I think sleep will do you good. You look wiped out. We can talk whenever you want. I’m not going anywhere.” Brandon strays a little closer, but it’s too much. I have so much going on in my head and under my skin that I move away to breathe. I no doubt have a million more questions to get out of my head before I feel able to stand and be okay with him again, but for now, I’m prickling with the need to be alone. I feel like, right now, I don’t
Olivia’s POV:The day went as usual. I didn’t get any updates from Brandon or Alice but it was already expected. Her mother is in danger and the last thing they’d do was to update me. Harvey’s words lingered on me. He didn’t say anything else, so I didn’t push through.Ethan is sound asleep, Maurice found another hobby to pass the time. Apparently, she’s a nocturnal and a light sleeper so she texts me and two days ago and told me she used my card to but crafting materials for her crocheting. I appreciate the little things.With nothing else to do, I sat at the living room, facing the window that shows nothing but pitch black. Finding a spot to ponder my life and how far I’ve become. I put my wine glass down and stand up slowly, eyes on a tall, strong figure who made his way in. I walk forward. Growing in determination and confidence, knowing this is what I should do. Watching him as I close the gap between us and sensing his quiet despair that me knowing about what he did will send m
Olivia’s POV:When Harvey knows something is wrong or someone has wronged, this version of him comes out to shield him from remorse, and I don’t like his appearance now. This is how he deals with everything that would make other humans crumble. He cuts off, so emotions don’t make him regret what typically accompanies heinous acts. I saw this side many times.For Harvey to believe that Brandon was up to something awful, that definitely raises a concern. Worse than a snap of a neck, no doubt. It’s all over him. All the signs are present. However, a part of me wanted to test the waters. It’s a dumb move, actually. I’m throwing all precaution in the air despite my statement about caution. My heart is taking the lead on this one.This calls for a game plan. If Brandon was indeed planning one against me, at least, I am prepared.“You have to understand this is not a game, Olivia.” He read my mind.“Look, I get it, you want to protect me and for that, I am thankful, Harvey. But like you said
Olivia’s POV:My emotions are still off the charts. A while ago, Brandon was pouring his heart’s content to me just when I was set on setting him free. I’m only human and allowed myself that little fantasy of being together in the future.However, our moment was cut short because Alice showed up. A part of me wanted to laugh at myself for being so naïve, gullible or anything of that sort because I’m back to square one again. Smitten, hopeful and about to face criticism.I swear this better be a nightmare, and I wake up to find none of it is real… well, maybe the first part could still be. Where it was less complicated for me. Where I was still working as a hotel staff myself where none of this could have happened.I don’t like it one bit, with all this money, I feel like my whole being was compromised.When I got back to my office, it was past nine and I gasped a little. Maybe I spoke too soon.“I heard Brandon is due to be transferred to the Hawaii branch. If I may say, it’s a good m
The three of them left the top floor together. Olivia walked them to the parking lot where Brandon’s car was parked. All those times, she kept on repeating her desire to extend help in whatever ways she can to Alice’s mother. Alice was still sobbing until they got into the car and Olivia waved them good bye.“Brandon…” Alice starts, but he hush her up.“Look at me…really look at me. Do I look happy about you showing up unannounced?”“That’s bullsh*t. You’re going to tell her.” She finally unveils the mask of pretense now. In place of the poor, sobbing girl is a menacing woman who knows what she wants. “Tell me, were you falling for her when we both know it was fake from the start?” Alice mocked her. “For all you know, she’s also faking it! You said so yourself. She’s smart! Be thankful I saved your a** on this one. Like all the other times before this…I saved you!”Brandon sighed. He thought it was better this way. “I didn’t fall for the fake, Alice. Maybe. Maybe I fell for her honest
Olivia’s POV:“Brandon!” The female voice startled us both and we turned to the direction where it came from.It was Alice. Standing in the open elevator. The woman always knows when to ruin a moment. For a moment, the idea of banning her from the hotel sounded like a good idea. For a bestie, she’s on Brandon’s a** most of the time. If she keeps this up, I might perform a cephalocaudal assessment on him every time we are together just to be sure she didn’t GPS tag him.I stare at Brandon, the man who just wholeheartedly professed his love for me and asked for one more chance to set things straight---like me, he was shocked to see her too. He looks back at me and shrugs his shoulder a little to let me know that he had no idea why his best friend popped in the middle of a heartfelt, almost life changing conversation.“A-alice?” He croaked. “W-what are you doing here?”Her attention was focused on him, to Alice I was nonexistent. “I need you…my mom…s-she had a terrible accident…” Alice b
Olivia’s POV:“Why would I do that?”“I want you. That’s all there is to it. I want to show you that you don’t have to fear me and maybe prove you can trust me.” He gets straight to the point, lifting my hand into his and slides his fingers between mine to hold me tenderly. I stare at our entwined digits, feeling his heat flow into my cold, smaller one and gaze at it, disconnected. The space around me is surreal, as though I’m dreaming. I should lie down. I’m verging on passing out at this rate.“I didn’t know what love was, maybe I did but I was in denial. What was staring me in the face.It's softening me to him a little. Aware that I’m weakening, I slide my hand away quickly to pull myself together. I’m not that feeble or stupid. I move away to get some breathing space, my body giving in from holding itself up. I exhale heavily. So many emotions are flooding me, and I’m exhausted. It’s too early for this, and I’ve had an emotional few hours prior. This all feels surreal and crazy