Olivia’s POVThe music and laughter of the gala blurred into a distant hum as I pushed through the crowd, my heartbeat pounding louder than the orchestra playing in the background. My heels clicked rapidly against the polished floor as I searched for Ethan, my eyes scanning the sea of well-dressed guests, but he was nowhere in sight.Panic clawed at my chest. I took a sharp breath, trying to steady myself. My hands trembled as I reached for my phone, quickly typing out a message:"Ethan, where are you? Aiden is missing."I hit send, but there was no immediate response.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to think clearly. The only person who could help right now was Lucas.My eyes landed on him across the room, engaged in conversation with an important businessman. He looked composed, his posture relaxed, but I didn’t have time for formalities. I pushed forward, ignoring the murmurs of disapproval as I interrupted.“Lucas.” I grabbed his arm, my voice barely above a whisper but sh
Olivia’s POVThe moment Vivian’s phone rang, a chill ran down my spine. The sharp sound cut through the air like a knife, and for a second, none of us moved. The screen glowed in the dimly lit hospital room, an unknown number flashing ominously.Vivian stared at it, her hands trembling as she gripped the device. Her face had gone completely pale, her breathing shallow.“It’s him,” she whispered.A suffocating silence filled the room.Lucas, standing by the window with his hands in his pockets, turned sharply at her words. His eyes darkened with suspicion. I could see the shift in his posture—the way his body tensed like a predator sensing danger.I swallowed hard. “Answer it,” I urged. “Put it on loudspeaker.”Vivian hesitated, her fingers hovering over the screen. “What if—”“Vivian,” Lucas cut in, his voice firm but calm. “Aiden’s in danger. We need to know what we’re dealing with.”She inhaled shakily, then pressed the button. The call connected with a low static hum, followed by a
Lucas’ POVThe ride back to Olivia’s house was quieter than I expected.Vivian had dozed off in the backseat, exhaustion finally catching up to her. Olivia sat beside her, her gaze fixed outside the window, lost in thought. Ethan drove with one hand on the wheel, his expression unreadable. And me? I stared at the road ahead, gripping the armrest, my mind racing.Aiden was still missing. We had a plan in motion, but none of us could predict how tomorrow would play out. And on top of that, there was Ethan—always hovering around Olivia, always in the picture.When Olivia finally spoke, her voice was quiet but firm. “We should go to my place.”Ethan flicked his eyes toward her in the rearview mirror. “Are you sure? We could go to mine instead.”She shook her head. “No, my house is closer. And I’d rather be home.”I turned to look at her, but she avoided my gaze. I didn’t push. She had enough on her mind.When we arrived, one of Olivia's maid welcomed us inside. I hadn’t been here in a whi
Olivia’s POVI woke up before dawn, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird. Anxiety twisted in my stomach, refusing to let me rest.Today was the day.For hours, I had tossed and turned, thinking of everything that could go wrong. Aiden was still out there, alone and scared. Vivian was barely holding herself together, and Ethan had been handling everything with an eerie calmness that unsettled me. And Lucas—Lucas was a storm waiting to be unleashed.I swung my legs off the bed and sat on the edge, rubbing my temples. Sleep had been a luxury none of us could afford.Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself up and walked toward my closet. Practicality over appearance. I slipped into dark jeans, a fitted sweater, and my most comfortable boots. Today wasn’t about looking presentable—it was about being prepared for whatever was coming.When I made my way downstairs, the house was silent except for the faint sound of someone moving in the kitchen. I followed the noise and foun
Olivia’s POVThe car was silent except for Aiden’s soft breathing. Vivian had wrapped him in her arms, her fingers tangled in his hair as if letting go would mean losing him again. His small body was curled against her, exhausted, but safe. That was all that mattered.Ethan was focused on the road, his grip tight on the steering wheel. His eyes darted to the rearview mirror every few seconds, as if expecting a car to tail us. I wasn’t sure if it was paranoia or caution, but I appreciated it either way."We should take Aiden to Liv's,” Ethan said his was voice calm but firm.Vivian barely reacted at first, then shook her head. "I don’t want to risk it. If Tony has other men watching—""Vivian, Tony has been arrested. He won’t," Ethan added. "And even if he tries something, I’ll have security watching over the house. No one will touch you or Aiden again."Vivian hesitated, glancing at her son. He was too tired to process anything, his small hand clutching at her sleeve. Finally, she ex
Olivia’s POVScene 1: A Passionate MomentLucas’s lips were still on mine, and I could feel the heat rolling off him, the way his hands gripped my waist as if he couldn’t bear to let go. His kiss wasn’t hesitant or careful—it was consuming, desperate, like he had been starving for this moment. And maybe, just maybe, I had been too.The taste of him, the way he moved against me, made my head spin. His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging slightly as he deepened the kiss, and I felt something inside me unravel. My hands slid up his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingertips.I didn’t want to think. Didn’t want to remember all the reasons why this was dangerous. I just wanted to feel.Lucas groaned against my lips, his hands sliding down my back, pulling me closer. I gasped when he tilted my chin up, taking control in a way that sent a shiver down my spine. My body melted against his, my fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as if that would keep me grounded.I s
Olivia’s POVA week had passed since I last saw Lucas.Seven days.Not that I was counting.I kept myself busy—more than usual. Work, taking care of Aiden, spending time with Vivian had traveled for a shoot three days ago and I was here making sure everything was running smoothly. And surprisingly, it was. Aiden was recovering well, his energy returning in bursts of excitement. Vivian smiled more, the exhaustion in her eyes slowly fading.For the first time in a long while, things felt… normal.I should be relieved. And I was.But that didn’t explain the strange hollowness inside me.Lucas hadn’t reached out.Not once.I told myself it was for the best. Our last encounter had been complicated. That kiss—God, that kiss—had completely unraveled me, only to be cut short by Ethan’s presence. And then, Lucas’s frustration, his demand for answers I wasn’t ready to give…I shook my head.I didn’t need to dwell on it.Lucas and I had unfinished business, but that didn’t mean I had to chase a
Olivia’s POVI was just a few steps from my car when a voice I despised stopped me cold."Olivia," Amelia called, her tone dripping with false sweetness.I didn't turn right away. I took a deep breath, framing my features into something unreadable before facing her.There she stood, in all her smug glory. Perfectly styled hair. A dress that probably cost more than most people’s rent. The same arrogant glint in her eyes that had been there the night I caught her in bed with Lucas."Amelia," I said flatly, keeping my voice bored. "What do you want?"She tilted her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, don’t be so cold. I just wanted to catch up."I raised a brow. "We were never friends. There’s nothing to catch up on."She laughed lightly, shaking her head. "Still as sharp-tongued as ever. I almost missed this." Then, she sighed dramatically. "But I suppose things change. Some of us move forward… while others get left behind."I clenched my jaw. "Say what you really mean, Amelia
Olivia's POV The office was quiet, the hum of the day winding down as I stood at my desk, stacking files and shutting down my laptop. My heart was a tangle of guilt, longing, and a fragile hope I couldn’t name, caught between Lucas’s pull and Austin’s steady care within the past few weeks.I rubbed my eyes, exhaustion seeping into my bones, when my phone buzzed, Austin’s name lighting up the screen. A small smile tugged at my lips, his reliability a quiet comfort in the chaos.“Hey,” I answered, my voice soft, tinged with weariness but warmed by his call. “You checking up on me again?”His chuckle was low, grounding, a sound that eased the knot in my chest. “Always,” he said, his tone light but laced with concern. “You done? Ready to head home? I can swing by.”I glanced at the clock—nearly five, the office emptying out—and nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Yeah, I’m just finishing up,” I said, my voice steadier now, a flicker of relief at the thought of him waiting for
Lucas's POV The weight of the past weeks clung to me like a second skin, a relentless burden of accusations, betrayals, and the constant threat of losing everything I’d built. My office, once a sanctuary of control, felt like a battlefield, littered with the fallout of Amelia’s outburst, the press’s relentless scrutiny, and the plummeting stock prices that mocked my every effort to salvage my reputation. My chest was a knot of frustration, exhaustion and sleepless nights.I’d been hounding the police daily, my calls and visits a desperate attempt to force them to act, to find the source of the false story that had painted me as a murderer. Each time, they’d met me with barely concealed irritation, their eyes narrowing when they challenged my alibi to the press, their voices dripping with skepticism.“You told the world you were working late with Ms. Holmes,” one detective had snapped last week, his tone sharp, his arms crossed as he leaned across his desk. “But your story’s got h
Olivia's POV My screams tore through the air, raw and desperate, as I lunged toward Austin, my voice breaking with every plea. “Stop, Austin! Please, stop!” Tears streamed down my cheeks, my heart pounding with a mix of horror and fear as I watched him pummel Ryan’s father, his fists a blur of rage, blood staining the pavement beneath them. Richard’s face was a mess, his movements weak, his groans fading, and Austin’s fury showed no sign of slowing. My legs trembled, my chest heaving as I grabbed at Austin’s arm, my fingers slipping against his tense muscles, my voice a choked sob. “Enough! You’re going to kill him!”Finally, my words—or maybe my touch—broke through. Austin froze, his fist raised, his chest heaving, his face twisted with a rage that slowly melted into shock. He dropped his arm, stumbling back, his eyes wide as he looked from Richard’s bloodied form to me, his breath ragged. My tears fell faster now, my body shaking as I stood there, the violence of the moment
Olivia's PovThe morning sun beamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the breakfast table, but my heart was still heavy, tangled in the aftermath of yesterday’s chaos. Austin’s quiet defense of me—they swirled in my mind, a relentless storm of guilt, longing, and fear that kept me awake most of the night. My coffee sat untouched, cooling in its mug, as I stared at the table, my fingers tracing the grain of the wood, trying to anchor myself in the present. Austin’s confession—“I’m starting to fall for you”—echoed in my chest, a tender ache that clashed with the pull I still felt toward Lucas, making every breath feel like a battle. I wanted to be grateful, to lean into his care, but my heart was a mess, and I didn’t know how to untangle it.Austin appeared in the doorway, his presence steady but cautious, his eyes searching mine with a concern that made my throat tighten. “Olivia,” he said, his voice gentle but firm, breaking through my haze, “I’ve been thinkin
Lucas's pov I stood frozen, my heart pounding, my breath shallow as I processed the sight of her—Amelia, the woman who’d always wielded her pride like a weapon, now stripped bare, her ego shattered in a way I’d never imagined possible. My chest tightened, a surge of surprise mingling with the anger still burning from her slap, her accusations, the public spectacle she’d turned our lives into. The press was gone, their cameras silenced for now, but the weight of their lenses lingered, a reminder of the chaos she’d unleashed, the chaos I’d fueled with my own choice.I should’ve felt triumphant, seeing her humbled, but instead, a hollow ache settled in my gut, a mix of guilt and exhaustion that made my shoulders sag. Her desperation was real, her tears a mirror of the pain I’d caused, but it didn’t erase the fury still simmering inside me. She’d pushed me too far—her rage, her accusations about Olivia, the way she’d humiliated us both in front of the world. Yet here she was, beggin
Lucas's povThe sting of Amelia’s slap burned across my cheek, a sharp, searing shock that snapped my head to the side and left my ears ringing. I stood frozen at the base of the podium stairs, my heart pounding, my mind reeling as the press conference hall buzzed with the chaos of her outburst. The cameras flashed like a swarm of fireflies, their relentless clicks a reminder of the vultures circling, ready to feast on this fresh scandal. My chest tightened, a mix of shock, anger, and dread flooding through me as I registered Amelia’s face—twisted with fury, her eyes blazing with a venom that made my stomach churn. Before I could even process the pain, her voice erupted, shrill and piercing, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd like a blade.“You didn’t come home for two days!” she screamed, her hands flailing, her words dripping with accusation. “You’ve been cheating with your ex, haven’t you? With Olivia!”Her words hit like a punch, stealing the air from my lungs, my heart
Olivia's pov Austin’s confession hung in the air like a fragile thread, his words—“I’m starting to fall for you”—settling into my chest with a weight that was both startling and strangely familiar. I sat frozen in the café booth, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, my heart a frantic drumbeat as I processed what he’d said. I wasn’t shocked—not entirely. Deep down, I’d suspected it, a quiet whisper in the back of my mind that no one could be as kind, as steadfast, as Austin had been without some hidden feeling driving it. Nobody signed up to be a husband on paper, to weather my chaos and stand by me through it all, without something more attached. Yet hearing it aloud, raw and unguarded, sent a tremor through me, a mix of warmth, guilt, and fear that made my throat tighten and my eyes sting with unshed tears.I looked at him, his face open, vulnerable, his eyes searching mine for a reaction, and my chest ached with a tenderness I hadn’t expected. Austin—steady, caring Austin—had
Olivia's povAmelia’s departure left a hollow echo in the corridors my office, her heels clicking away into the distance, her silence a victory I hadn’t expected but didn’t fully trust. My words—“I’ll marry him again… fight for full custody”—hung in the air like smoke, bold and reckless, their weight settling into my chest with a mix of triumph and dread. My heart pounded, my hands trembling as I stood there, the morning air sharp against my flushed skin. I’d faced her down, held my ground, but the fire of my defiance was already fading, replaced by a gnawing guilt that twisted my stomach. What had I done? Threatening to take Lucas back, to tear apart their family—it wasn’t me, not really, but the words had spilled out, fueled by her venom and my own tangled longing for a past I couldn’t reclaim. I took a shaky breath, my legs unsteady, and forced myself toward my desk, desperate to bury the encounter in work, to escape the storm of emotions threatening to drown me.I settled at
Olivia's POV The morning sun was barely cresting the horizon as I pulled into the company parking lot, the engine’s hum fading into a heavy silence that matched the turmoil churning inside me. My hands lingered on the steering wheel, knuckles pale from gripping it too tightly, as if holding on could steady the storm of emotions still raging from last night. Austin’s words—“I didn’t ask you to care for me”—echoed in my head, each syllable a fresh wound, laced with guilt and regret that burned hotter with every replay. My eyes stung, gritty from tears and sleeplessness, my chest a tight knot of anger, shame, and a longing for Lucas I couldn’t shake, no matter how hard I tried. I took a shaky breath, willing myself to focus, to bury it all and face the day, but the weight of it clung to me, heavy and unrelenting.I pushed open the car door, the cool morning air hitting my face like a slap, and stepped out, my heels clicking against the asphalt. That’s when I saw her—Amelia, standin