Olivia Smith is the secret billionaire heiress that no one knows about. Disguising as a pauper with her mother's last name "Smith" instead of the popular family name, "Richards," she secretly helps the love of her life, Lucas Preston build his company from the scratch. And how does he repay her? With a heartbreaking betrayal and divorce. When Lucas eventually finds out his mistake in divorcing a billionaire heiress, he wants her love back by all means. But Olivia is now the hottest single lady in the city. And she doesn't want her ex husband back!
Lihat lebih banyakMy heart stopped, then slammed back to life, pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. I spun around, staring at Amelia, her words—“I have evidence”—ringing in my ears like a gunshot. Shock ripped through me, cold and electric, freezing me in place as my mind scrambled to catch up. Evidence? What evidence? My hands trembled, my breath hitching, and I felt the world tilt beneath me.“What evidence?” I demanded, my voice rough, cracking with a mix of disbelief and rising panic. I took a step toward her, my eyes locked on hers, searching for some hint, some crack in her smug facade. “What the hell are you talking about, Amelia?”She stood there, her arms crossed, her lips curled into a tight, defiant smirk, her eyes gleaming with a menace that made my skin crawl. She didn’t answer—just stared at me, her silence a weapon sharper than any words. My chest tightened, frustration boiling up, hot and suffocating. “Answer me!” I snapped, my voice louder now, raw with the fear I couldn’t
Lucas’s POV I stood at the airport, the buzz of travelers and rolling suitcases a dull roar in my ears, my stomach knotted with a dread I couldn’t shake. Amelia was next to me, her perfume sharp and overpowering, her voice was a relentless drone as she prattled on about the honeymoon she’d orchestrated—some tropical getaway I’d never wanted. My suitcase sat heavy in my hand, a physical reminder of the prison I’d locked myself into by marrying her. The ring on my finger felt like a shackle, cold and tight, a constant itch I couldn’t scratch. I didn’t want this—not the trip, not her, not the forced smiles I’d have to plaster on for days on end. My chest burned with the urge to run, to ditch the whole damn thing and vanish into the crowd, but I was stuck, tethered by the child she carried and the guilt that came with it.That was when they appeared—two police officers, their uniforms crisp, their faces hard, cutting through the sea of people with a purpose that made my heart stutt
Olivia’s POVAs Ryan's father stormed out of my office, I stood there, frozen, my hands still gripping the edge of my desk as if it were the only thing keeping me upright. His words—“You murderer! You killed my son!”—echoed in my head, a relentless assault that left my chest tight and my breaths shallow. The room felt smaller, the air heavier, and my legs trembled beneath me, threatening to give out entirely. I was shaken, more than I wanted to admit, the raw fury in his eyes searing into me like a brand. My heart pounded, a frantic rhythm that drowned out the hum of the office beyond my door, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure I could pull myself back together.But I had to. I couldn’t let this unravel me—not here, not now. With a shaky breath, I straightened, forcing my hands to release the desk, though my fingers ached from the strain. My mind raced, searching for a lifeline, something to anchor me in the chaos. Ryan’s father was a problem I couldn’t handle alone—not with his rag
Olivia’s POV I woke to the smell of toast, warm and buttery, curling through the air like a thread pulling me back to a place I’d tried to forget. My eyes were still closed, and for a moment, I let myself linger in that hazy limbo between sleep and waking, where the scent felt more like a dream than reality. It was so vivid, so achingly familiar, that almost hear Lucas’s voice, low and teasing, as he’d nudge me awake with a tray in his hands. My heart twisted, a dull ache blooming in my chest, and I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, willing the nostalgia to fade. But it wouldn’t. It clung to me, sharp and unyielding, a ghost I couldn’t outrun.When I finally opened my eyes, the illusion shattered. There, standing in front of me, was Austin, holding a tray of toast with a small, hesitant smile on his face. The room snapped into focus—the unfamiliar walls of his house, the soft morning light filtering through curtains I hadn’t picked—and the truth hit me like a cold wave. This wasn
Olivia's pov I made my way to the car, my heels clicking against the pavement with a rhythm that matched the unsteady beat of my heart. The church faded behind me, its grandeur overshadowed by the weight of what had just happened. Lucas’s face, his raw anger and hurt, lingered in my mind, a haunting image I couldn’t shake. Did I really believe he didn’t kill Ryan? I wasn’t sure. Part of me wanted to trust him, to cling to the memory of the man who’d once been my everything, but another part—the part scarred by betrayal and suspicion—whispered that he was the only person on my side who might have the guts to kill someone. If he didn’t do it, then I had nothing to worry about. But if he did… the thought made my stomach twist, a cold dread settling in my bones.The drive home was a fast, my thoughts a chaotic swirl of doubt and guilt. I replayed our argument in the church—the way his voice had cracked, the way his eyes had burned with a mix of fury and desperation. Had I been too ha
Lucas's povI stood there, in the suffocating confines of the church, my heart hammering against my ribs like it was trying to break free. The nearest exit beckoned to me, a silent promise of escape, and all I wanted was to bolt, to leave this madness behind. I wasn’t sure I should be doing this—marrying Amelia. The thought alone made my stomach churn, a bitter taste rising in my throat. She was troublesome, always had been, her sharp words and manipulative games grating on my nerves until I felt like I could scream. I felt nothing for her, not love, not even a flicker of affection, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what I’d been thinking when I agreed to this.The child. That was the reason, or at least the excuse I kept telling myself. Could I really hold this marriage together for the sake of our unborn child? Was it better to be separate parents right from the start, to avoid the inevitable fallout, or should I grit my teeth and endure until the kid was old enough fo
Olivia's pov Amelia’s words lingered in the air like a toxic fog, heavy and suffocating, as she turned on her heel and walked away, her heels clicking a sharp, retreating rhythm against the pavement. I stood there, rooted to the spot, my mind reeling from the accusation, the threat, the sheer audacity of her. “Does Ryan look like he would kill himself when he just got himself a new human toy?” Her voice echoed in my head, a taunt that refused to fade. My chest tightened, a mix of anger and fear swirling inside me, but before I could process it all, she was gone, disappearing into the night like a shadow I couldn’t shake.I stayed there for what felt like hours, the cool night air doing little to clear the haze in my mind. My thoughts raced, tumbling over each other in a chaotic dance. Ryan’s death, Lucas’s impending marriage to Amelia—it all felt like pieces of a puzzle I couldn’t quite fit together. Exhaustion crept in, heavy and insistent, and finally, I dragged myself inside,
Olivia's PovI stepped out of my car, the cool evening air brushing against my skin, but it did nothing to calm the irritation bubbling inside me. Just as Lucas had warned, there she was—Amelia, parked right in front of my place like she owned the street. Her sleek black SUV gleamed under the streetlights, a stark contrast to the chaos she always seemed to bring with her. I rolled my eyes, the gesture almost instinctive now whenever her name crossed my mind. She was a thorn in my side, a reminder of everything that had gone wrong, and yet here she was, daring to show up at my doorstep.“I could call the police on you, you know,” I said, my voice sharp as I slammed the car door behind me. My heels clicked against the pavement, each step fueled by a mix of frustration and exhaustion. Amelia leaned against her car, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips that made my blood boil. She flipped her hair back, her eyes glinting with that same malicious confidence she always carried. “Then
Olivia's PovStepping back into the office after my honeymoon felt both familiar and foreign. The moment my heels clicked against the polished marble floor of the lobby, I straightened my posture, exhaling softly. Today marked the beginning of a new phase. A different me.I had chosen a navy-blue dress that hugged my frame just right, a subtle yet intentional shift from my usual wardrobe. It made me feel powerful, in control. Dropping Aiden off at school earlier that morning had been a comforting routine, grounding me before stepping into the business world again. Vivian had been too busy to do it, and I hadn’t minded. It had given me time to reflect, to steel myself.But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I turned toward my office.Lucas.My breath caught for a second, my heart slamming against my ribs. He was seated in the waiting area, his legs crossed, one arm draped over the back of the chair, looking as if he belonged there. As if he had every right to be waiting
OLIVIA'S POVThe restaurant was brimming with conversation and the occasional clink of glasses. Soft jazz music played in the background, adding a classy outlook to the already sophisticated environment. I sat across from my elder brother, Ethan, who had just finished his third glass of wine and was now swirling the remnants around the glass.“It’s been years, Olivia,” Ethan began, his tone laced with that familiar sarcasm he seemed to carry around.“Years?” I stared at him and chuckled. “It’s not even been two months!”“But I’ve missed my baby sis,” He whined on.“And I’ve missed you too,” I admitted, a huge smile forming across my lips.Ethan called a waiter who was passing and ordered another bottle of wine.“So…Lucas?” He stared at me. “How is he doing?”I sighed, setting my fork down on my half-eaten plate of pasta. My marriage with Lucas had been a bit shaky in recent weeks but I was not bothered. Lucas loved me but he had been very busy with business meetings recently.“He’s fi...
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