...AUTHOR’S POVGenevieve stood quietly, her hands clasped in front of her as she watched Olivia, who was seated on the couch with her head in her hands. Olivia’s shoulders shook with silent sobs, and her face was pale, a stark contrast to the fiery confidence she often carried. The raw vulnerability in Olivia’s posture struck Genevieve deeply. She wasn’t just looking at her sister who had caused her pain—she was looking at someone consumed by guilt, someone struggling with the consequences of their own choices.Genevieve’s heart ached, but not with anger. Despite everything Olivia had done—the lies, the betrayal, the manipulation—Genevieve couldn’t bring herself to hate her. She could see how much Olivia regretted it, how her actions had broken her just as much as they had hurt others.Taking a deep breath, Genevieve stepped forward. Her heels clicked softly against the wooden floor, drawing everyone’s attention. The room fell silent as she approached Olivia, who flinched slig
IT was all my fault. My fault for trusting him and believing him. If i had known this would happen , i would have never done that. A bitter sigh escaped my lips as i looked over to the bartender before signaling him to make me another strong drink. Leaning against the wall , I looked at him wanting him to make me a drink quickly. A sigh escaped my lips as suddenly the darn scenes flashed inside my mind which caused me to come here in a bar for the first time. The bar was filled with people , enjoying themselves for different reasons while i was here to celebrate my disappointment, seeing my bastard boyfriend of three years cheating on me. It was supposed to be our third year anniversary. I wanted to surprise him. Preparing the homemade food he likes , the flowers he was fond of and a gift which i bought for him with my whole heart , everything was perfect. I should have known that something was wrong when he didn’t come to the airport to puck me up one day ago saying he was busy
...GENEVIEVE I woke up with my head banging. It felt like someone was hammering my skull. A sigh escaped my lips as i struggled to open my eyes. A groan escaped my lips as i rolled over and …… falling off of the bed with a thud. I opened my eyes , clearing the vision before rubbing my knee which hurt against the marble tiles. I ruffled my hairs as all of a sudden , the flashbacks from last night flashed in my mind as my eyes widened in horror. I looked around and found myself in an unfamiliar room. Quickly standing up , i stumbled a few steps back as i looked around the room but my nostrils were filled with the same addicting scent. His scent. A sigh escaped my lips and my eyes fell down on my clothes. I was …… in a white tee shirt. A lump formed in my throat as i struggled to gulp it down. Damn it. I should have gotten drunk. I closed my eyes and pushed my hairs back before taking a deep breath. It’s fine. Letting out a deep sigh , i looked at myself in the mirror and walke
...GENEVIEVE I don’t know how long i stayed in the shower. Honestly , I didn’t even care about anything now. My eyes ached from crying for so long. I didn’t think it would affect me this much but what did i even expect. He was the guy i gave my heart to. He was the guy i spent my teenage years and grew up with. But it all came crashing down.I took a deep breath before finally stepping out of the bath. I wrapped the towel around me and stepped out only to find a few shopping bags on the bed. A smile appeared on my lips as I walked over to, finding the best outfit for the day before getting changed into it. As i was busy doing my makeup , all of a sudden my phone buzzed with several notifications popping up making me ignore them knowing exactly who it was. Getting annoyed by continuous texts , i finally picked up the phone staring at the screen. [ talk to me , babe ] [ I can’t live without you ]The messages repeated themselves for several times making me fed up. [ it’s not w
...GENEVIEVE Roman looked at with a serious expression. He didn’t like what i just sad from his face. It was visible he wanted to take my life for saying but i just …… asked him for help. “ are you fucking out of your mind ? “I rolled my eyes , crossing my arms against my chest making my cleavage to bounce forward out of my top. I noticed him shifting in his place as he sat up straight , throwing daggers at me with his eyes. “ I want to lose my virginity- “He shot me another look making me stop from completing my words but i was also me and I listened to no one. “ i mean , you might know someone cool and of your class “I could see Roman trying so hard to control his anger and i loved doing that. I was well aware of him and he never liked getting teased. “ stop acting like I’m some kind of a psycho “He glared at me and i pouted , edging him. “ because you are acting like one “He taunted me but it had no effect on me. I asked him something so reasonable and he was making i
The car ride was quiet. My mind was still in haze about what happened in the plane and I couldn’t seem to get my mind off of what happened. I pushed my hairs back and looked at Mr. David , my driver. He came to pick me from the airport. “ everyone is waiting for you “A smile appeared on my lips as i thought of my father and my sister. After my mom passed away , it had been hard but going on. “ has Janice been good ? “He chuckled making me smile at the thought of Janice and i couldn’t wait to see her. The car came to a halt and i looked at my home in front of me but my eyes fell on the specific figure standing at the entrance , waiting for me. I jumped out of the car and i could see a wide smile spreading across her lips. “ baby ! “She was dressed up in a beautiful white dress and her black hairs perfectly falling over her shoulders. Soon i felt her arms around me as she pulled me in a tight hug. “ i missed you babe “I chuckled , feeling so happy after finally being home. “
...Genevieve My eyes burned with a fiery determination as I stepped forward, my gaze locked on the bracelet encircling Olivia’s wrist. It wasn’t just any bracelet; it was my mother’s, a precious keepsake that had no place on my stepsister’s wrist. Olivia’s smug smile only fueled her anger."Genevieve!" My father's voice rang out, stern and commanding, but I didn’t care. Nothing was more precious than my mom’s memories. With a swift, harsh motion, I seized Olivia’s wrist, ignoring her startled gasp. My fingers worked quickly, almost viciously, to unclasp the bracelet and wrench it free. My eyes burned with rage and I glared at Rosalind. She must have done it and she thought I wouldn’t create a scene. Heck no, Was I gonna sit back and watch it. Olivia's eyes widened in shock and pain, but before she could say anything, Rosalind’s voice cut through the tension. "Genevieve, how dare you treat Olivia like that!" she scolded sternly, stepping forward. I turned on her, eyes blazi
...ROMAN As Genevieve laughed at something the guy said, she felt a shift in the air and turned to see me striding toward her. My eyes burned in rage and I felt my vein throbbing in Her eyes widened in surprise, and the guy, noticing the change in her demeanor, followed her gaze. My glare was icy, and the guy quickly backed away, realizing Genevieve wasn’t available.The guy went away and I turned to Genevieve. She seemed to be so drunk but tried to hold her consciousness. I let out a deep sigh and grabbed her arm, my grip firm. "We’re leaving," I said, my voice low and controlled. I was not in the mood after seeing the guy and she flirting. How could she ? Suddenly Genevieve slapped my hand away, her eyes flashing with anger. "Get your hands off me!" she shouted loud enough to gain the attention of the bartender. I gave him a stern look and he started focusing on his work. "Go back to your fiancée, and leave me alone!"Ignoring her outburst, I grabbed her again, this time
...AUTHOR’S POVGenevieve stood quietly, her hands clasped in front of her as she watched Olivia, who was seated on the couch with her head in her hands. Olivia’s shoulders shook with silent sobs, and her face was pale, a stark contrast to the fiery confidence she often carried. The raw vulnerability in Olivia’s posture struck Genevieve deeply. She wasn’t just looking at her sister who had caused her pain—she was looking at someone consumed by guilt, someone struggling with the consequences of their own choices.Genevieve’s heart ached, but not with anger. Despite everything Olivia had done—the lies, the betrayal, the manipulation—Genevieve couldn’t bring herself to hate her. She could see how much Olivia regretted it, how her actions had broken her just as much as they had hurt others.Taking a deep breath, Genevieve stepped forward. Her heels clicked softly against the wooden floor, drawing everyone’s attention. The room fell silent as she approached Olivia, who flinched slig
...AUTHOR’S POVOlivia sat alone in her room, the weight of her conversation with Genevieve pressing heavily on her chest. The words Genevieve had spoken echoed in her mind: “I do love him, but I also know you love him more… I can do anything for my sisters.” At the time, Olivia had hugged her sister, even smiled in gratitude, but now, hours later, the guilt gnawed at her like a relentless tide, pulling her under.She couldn’t shake the image of Genevieve’s gentle smile, her selfless forgiveness. It was like a mirror reflecting everything Olivia had done wrong. Genevieve’s kindness had disarmed her completely, and for the first time, Olivia found herself questioning the choices she had made. She had spent so long justifying her actions, convincing herself that Roman was meant to be hers, that she had fought for love. But was it really love? Or was it greed, just like her mother had once admitted?Sighing deeply, Olivia reached for her phone, her hands trembling as she scrolled
...AUTHOR’S POV The evening was peaceful, with the soft hum of conversation and the gentle clinking of teacups filling the cozy living room. Genevieve, Janice, and Rosalind sat around the table, the warm glow from the lamps casting a comforting light on their faces as they shared a quiet moment. Outside, the world was slowly slipping into twilight, but inside the house, the calm seemed to promise solace after the storm of emotions they’d all been through.Genevieve leaned back in her chair, sipping her tea thoughtfully, while Janice fiddled with her cup, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim. Rosalind, who had been unusually quiet for most of the evening, looked deep in thought as well, occasionally glancing at her daughters with an air of regret that none of them had yet been able to understand fully. The stillness was interrupted by the sound of the door slamming open.In strode Olivia, her face flushed with anger, her steps sharp and purposeful as she stormed into the
...AUTHOR’S POV The dining room was bathed in soft morning light, the golden rays spilling through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the elegantly set table. Genevieve’s father sat at the head of the table, sipping his coffee and reading the newspaper, his usual composed demeanor slightly relaxed as he waited for everyone to gather. Rosalind sat to his right, delicately arranging a plate of toast, while Janice, on his left, idly stirred her tea, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. The clinking of cutlery and soft rustling of the newspaper were the only sounds breaking the quiet morning.The soft patter of footsteps drew their attention, and Genevieve appeared at the entrance. She was dressed simply but elegantly, her hair loosely tied back, her face calm and composed. “Good morning,” she greeted softly, her voice carrying a hint of weariness as she took a seat across from her father.Her father smiled warmly, folding the newspaper and setting it aside. “Good morning, s
...AUTHOR’S POVGenevieve lay sprawled on her bed, her gaze fixed on the ornate ceiling above her. The dim light of the evening painted soft shadows across the room, the quiet hum of the city outside barely audible through the thick curtains. The bedspread, an intricate pattern of gold and cream, seemed to swallow her small frame as she sank deeper into the mattress. Her face was calm, but her red-rimmed eyes and the occasional twitch of her lips betrayed the storm she was enduring within.Isabella, Janice, and Amelia sat cross-legged on the bed around her, forming a silent semicircle. For the past thirty minutes, no one had said a word. The room was heavy with unspoken emotions, the kind that pressed down on your chest and made every breath feel labored.Janice absently picked at the hem of the blanket, her usually lively demeanor replaced by a pensive stillness. Amelia fiddled with her bracelet, the soft clinking of the charm breaking the silence now and then. Isabella, perc
...AUTHOR’S POVThe tension in the room was suffocating, the silence broken only by the sharp slap of a file being thrown onto the polished conference table. Everyone’s eyes turned to Xavier, who stood at the head of the room, his jaw clenched and his hand still resting on the now-disheveled pile of papers. His normally calm demeanor was gone, replaced by an edge of frustration and tension that was palpable.Roman gaze flickered between Xavier and the reports, confusion etched on his face. He leaned forward, his voice low and steady but laced with unease. “What is this, Xavier?”Xavier rubbed his face with both hands, the gesture betraying his frustration and hesitation. He looked at Roman with an intensity that made everyone in the room hold their breath. “These,” Xavier said, his voice taut, “are Olivia’s pregnancy reports.”The air seemed to thicken around Roman. His heart began to pound in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears. He froze, his confusion deepening into s
...GENEVIEVE I sat on the edge of the plush couch, my hands folded neatly in my lap, though my knuckles were white from the tension running through me. My head laid on the head of couch staring blankly at the wall while waiting for my father. The grand living room felt colder than usual, its ornate chandelier casting shimmering patterns across the marble floor. I was waiting for her father to arrive, the seconds dragging on endlessly. The soft ticking of the clock on the wall only heightened my restlessness. My heart was heavy, my mind a whirlpool of emotions she could barely contain.I looked toward the towering window, the golden hues of the setting sun doing little to warm the chill that gripped my chest. My thoughts wandered to the turmoil of recent days, the choices I’d made, the bridges I feared I’d burned.The sound of approaching heels echoed sharply through the quiet room. I turned my head, my posture stiffening instinctively. Rosalind entered the room with an air of
...ROMANI sighed deeply, sinking back into the worn leather of my chair. My gaze wandered aimlessly around my office, but my thoughts were far away, tangled in the delicate intricacies of my own schemes. The plan to trap Olivia in her game consumed me, its threads tightening like a web. The room was quiet save for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall, its rhythm a constant reminder of the time slipping through my fingers. My fingers drummed idly against the edge of my desk, my mind running through every possible move and countermove.The sudden creak of the door startled me. My head snapped up, my thoughts abruptly severed, and he turned toward the source of the intrusion. The sight of her standing in the doorway made my heart stutter for a beat. Olivia. She stood there as if she owned the space, her expression unreadable yet tinged with a faint, unsettling confidence. My whole body filled with anger but I remained calm. The soft hum of tension in the room grew louder.
...ROMAN The atmosphere in the room was heavy, the kind of tension that seeped into every corner and pressed down on everyone present. I sat in one of the large chairs in the conference room, my elbows resting on the mahogany table, my hands clasped tightly together. My face was pale, my eyes shadowed from a sleepless night, and my usual air of confidence had been stripped away, leaving only raw vulnerability. Genevieve’s father, sat at the head of the table, his stern expression softened by a glimmer of sadness. He sighed deeply, the sound loud in the silence that followed. “Roman,” He began, his voice low but steady, “why did you cheat on my daughter?”I flinched as though struck. I shook my head quickly, my words tumbling out in a frantic attempt to defend myself. “I didn’t,” I said, my voice strained. “I swear I didn’t. I—” I paused, running a hand through my already disheveled hair. “I was drunk. I don’t even know how Olivia ended up there. I know I didn’t… I would