In Harvey’s office, a man was ushered inside by his secretary. The lawyer had been expecting Mr. Mark Dawson. New York’s top private investigator. Getting him do a job was next to impossible because Dawson only takes premium clients and he’s a hard man to get. In the PI industry, Dawson was considered a legend but the man prefers to lay low. Apart from that, his professional fee will put a dent in anyone’s bank account. However, Harvey Brown doesn’t mind. Meredith generously allotted ‘emergency funds’ for him, intended should situations like this arise.The tall, broad man stood in front of Harvey’s desk and roamed his eyes in the luxurious room. “Damn, when do PI’s get offices like this, Harvey Brown? You are one lucky bastard for having Meredith under your wings. God bless her soul.”“This does not concern her, Mark.”“Then why am I summoned to Mount Olympus if it weren’t for the Gods?”Harvey grinned. He and Mark were buddies in Cambridge but parted ways during the later years in I
Olivia’s POV:After obsessing crazily and turning my head inside out for a few hours, I finally managed a little sleep. Torn about the choice in front of me I never imagined I would ever have. And what he told me about Alice. It all makes sense now. The way she looks at him and all that conversation we had back in Eli’s farm. No wonder she showed up. I told him I understand. Crazy, right?More importantly, the fact that Brandon loves me. He is offering me something real.I think the world has ended, and hell has frozen over because I cannot seem to digest this at all. Never in a million years would have imagined him, of all people, offering me something that only a few months ago I had longed for. I would have done anything for a chance at claiming his heart, and now here I stand with precisely that, and it’s like it’s not even real. Detached from any sense of reality and floating like a numb blob of confusion in my head.My initial reaction to his confession of love was anger becau
Olivia’s POV:Ethan was jittery. He was all over the place. I managed to pull some strings so we can have a little privacy. My father and brother and not exactly soft spoken individuals and I am certain I’d hear harsh comments from them.“So, let me get this straight…your family tried to kill you and you put all of them in prison?” Maurice asked me for the nth time.“Yes, I have a pretty f*cked up family tree.”“Wow, Ethan.” She turned to my nephew who was playing with his favorite toy in the world. “Don’t be like them, okay? Auntie Olivia is nice.”I couldn’t help but smile. I have a f*cked up life, yes, but I have Ethan and Maurice and for now, that’s an achievement. I tried to give her an overview of the hatred the male members of my family would throw my way so she won’t be traumatized. Fortunately, she came from a tough family so it’s normal for her as well but she was not happy when she learned about the plot to kill me. Obviously, she found it horrendous.The envelope I had in
Olivia’s POV:A party was reserved several weeks ago at the hotel’s club and lounge. It’s one of the many additions I immediately worked on when the hotel fell into my lap. It became one of the best venues for high-end clients and the waiting time is long. As the CEO and owner, I make it a point to rub elbows with important clients, that way, I keep tabs on who’s hot and who’s not.My day was good, my father and brother had finally came around and I told them I might bring Brandon the next time I visit. They were thrilled to know that I’ve finally dipped my toe in the dating pool. If only they know how murky the pool is. After checking with the inhouse event coordinator and making sure that we are prepared for the slightest problem, I venture down to the club, wearing a simple back fitted shift dress over black three inch strappy heels and my hair up in a sleek ponytail. I went for understated glam today and simple with natural makeup, which is my usual forte. Also, it’s low key to m
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:A party was reserved several weeks ago at the hotel’s club and lounge. It’s one of the many additions I immediately worked on when the hotel fell into my lap. It became one of the best venues for high-end clients and the waiting time is long. As the CEO and owner, I make it a point to rub elbows with important clients, that way, I keep tabs on who’s hot and who’s not.My day was good, my father and brother had finally came around and I told them I might bring Brandon the next time I visit. They were thrilled to know that I’ve finally dipped my toe in the dating pool. If only they know how murky the pool is. After checking with the inhouse event coordinator and making sure that we are prepared for the slightest problem, I venture down to the club, wearing a simple back fitted shift dress over black three inch strappy heels and my hair up in a sleek ponytail. I went for understated glam today and simple with natural makeup, which is my usual forte. Also, it’s low key to m
Olivia’s POV:Ethan was jittery. He was all over the place. I managed to pull some strings so we can have a little privacy. My father and brother and not exactly soft spoken individuals and I am certain I’d hear harsh comments from them.“So, let me get this straight…your family tried to kill you and you put all of them in prison?” Maurice asked me for the nth time.“Yes, I have a pretty f*cked up family tree.”“Wow, Ethan.” She turned to my nephew who was playing with his favorite toy in the world. “Don’t be like them, okay? Auntie Olivia is nice.”I couldn’t help but smile. I have a f*cked up life, yes, but I have Ethan and Maurice and for now, that’s an achievement. I tried to give her an overview of the hatred the male members of my family would throw my way so she won’t be traumatized. Fortunately, she came from a tough family so it’s normal for her as well but she was not happy when she learned about the plot to kill me. Obviously, she found it horrendous.The envelope I had in
Olivia’s POV:After obsessing crazily and turning my head inside out for a few hours, I finally managed a little sleep. Torn about the choice in front of me I never imagined I would ever have. And what he told me about Alice. It all makes sense now. The way she looks at him and all that conversation we had back in Eli’s farm. No wonder she showed up. I told him I understand. Crazy, right?More importantly, the fact that Brandon loves me. He is offering me something real.I think the world has ended, and hell has frozen over because I cannot seem to digest this at all. Never in a million years would have imagined him, of all people, offering me something that only a few months ago I had longed for. I would have done anything for a chance at claiming his heart, and now here I stand with precisely that, and it’s like it’s not even real. Detached from any sense of reality and floating like a numb blob of confusion in my head.My initial reaction to his confession of love was anger becau
In Harvey’s office, a man was ushered inside by his secretary. The lawyer had been expecting Mr. Mark Dawson. New York’s top private investigator. Getting him do a job was next to impossible because Dawson only takes premium clients and he’s a hard man to get. In the PI industry, Dawson was considered a legend but the man prefers to lay low. Apart from that, his professional fee will put a dent in anyone’s bank account. However, Harvey Brown doesn’t mind. Meredith generously allotted ‘emergency funds’ for him, intended should situations like this arise.The tall, broad man stood in front of Harvey’s desk and roamed his eyes in the luxurious room. “Damn, when do PI’s get offices like this, Harvey Brown? You are one lucky bastard for having Meredith under your wings. God bless her soul.”“This does not concern her, Mark.”“Then why am I summoned to Mount Olympus if it weren’t for the Gods?”Harvey grinned. He and Mark were buddies in Cambridge but parted ways during the later years in I
Olivia’s POV:Whether I like it or not, the truth remains. Neither of us knows how to do this. It’s not like we have a guidebook on how to love and trust. It’s like the blind leading the blind and blindness has no cure. I mean there is, but still…“You broke me, many, many times and I never fully recovered. It’s not that easy to let someone who does that back in when you found it hard enough to do the first time around. But here we are.” I admit honestly, sheepishly and can’t look him in the eye anymore. Flinching when he moves towards me, caging me in with his body and traces the tears down my cheek. His breath warming my face as he moves in all around me and overtakes my space once more. My head is full of his scent and nearness. “And now you want to meet my family. Like they’re the easiest people on the planet.”“If I could go back and change it all, I would. Believe me, Liv. I know what I did.” The tender caress of a lover and not the man who terrorized me and reduced me to ashes.
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