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
Lucas’s POVI knew something was wrong the moment Amelia walked into my office, her eyes glinting with something far too smug for my liking.She moved with a purpose, shutting the door behind her and sauntering over to my desk like she owned the place. That was Amelia—always trying to stake her claim, to remind everyone, including me, of her presence."Lucas," she purred, perching on the edge of my desk. "Have you seen the news?"I barely glanced up from the contract I was reviewing. "No. Should I have?"Her lips curled into a smile, but there was something calculated in it. "Oh, you definitely should."She pulled out her phone, tapping a few times before turning the screen toward me.And just like that, my morning turned to hell.The video played in crisp quality—security footage from outside the building where Olivia and Amelia had fought. But it had been carefully edited. It started with Olivia shoving Amelia, then the slap, then the chaos that followed. The worst part? The audio w
Olivia’s POVMy phone rang just as I was finishing my coffee. I picked it up, glancing at the caller ID. My father. A heavy sigh left my lips before I answered."Olivia," his voice was sharp, filled with barely restrained anger."Good morning, Father," I said cautiously."There’s nothing good about this morning," he snapped. "You are getting married to Ryan. The date is set for tonight. No more discussions."I nearly dropped the phone. "What?""You heard me," he said coldly."Why the sudden change?" My hands clenched into fists. "I thought we had time to discuss—""Go watch the news," he interrupted, his voice filled with frustration. "Then maybe you’ll understand why I’m done with your reckless behavior."The line went dead.A cold shiver ran down my spine as I grabbed the remote and turned on the television.The screen flashed with Amelia’s face, her expression soft, her voice gentle as she spoke. "I just want to put this behind me. Olivia and I were once close, and it pains me that
Lucas’s POVI had no intention of getting involved. Not at first.When I saw Olivia walk into the restaurant, my first instinct was to turn away, to pretend I hadn’t seen her. My anger was still raw, simmering beneath the surface from our last encounter. She had pushed me away, over and over again, acting like I meant nothing. If that was what she wanted, fine. I had convinced myself that I didn’t care anymore.But then I heard her voice—low, sharp, filled with something that made my stomach twist. I turned my head just in time to see Ryan West’s hand clamp around her wrist, his expression dark with something far too familiar. I knew that look.Possessive. Controlling. Dangerous.Before I even realized it, I was on my feet.“Let her go.” My voice was calm, but there was a warning in it. A dangerous edge.Ryan turned to me, barely sparing me a glance before tightening his grip on Olivia’s wrist. “This has nothing to do with you.”“Everything about her is my business,” I shot back. I st
(Lucas’s POV)I woke up feeling like my head had been trapped in a vice.The past few days had been nothing but a whirlwind of confusion, anger, and betrayal. I stared at the ceiling, my mind replaying the same questions I still didn’t have answers to. Ryan West. Olivia. Amelia. The lawsuit. EthanIt felt like my entire life was closing in on me, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t seem to get a grip on things.I exhaled heavily, rubbing my face before pushing myself upright. The air in my bedroom felt suffocating. I needed to clear my head.Dragging myself to the bathroom, I turned on the cold water and let it run over my face. The chill bit into my skin, but it didn’t wash away the tension sitting like a weight in my chest.Amelia had told me Olivia was marrying Ethan. I acted like I didn't care but I did.I wanted to believe she was lying—wanted to believe Olivia wouldn’t do something like that—but I had been wrong about her before.I had been wrong about a lot of things.I turned
Olivia’s POVI sat in my office, gripping the edge of my desk so tightly my knuckles turned white.Lucas was in jail because of me.I had tried to focus on work, tried to push the weight of my guilt to the back of my mind, but it was impossible. My heart pounded, my stomach twisted, and no matter how many deep breaths I took, nothing could shake the horrible feeling that all of this was my fault.Ryan. Lucas. The lawsuit. The accusations.If I had just handled things differently, maybe Lucas wouldn’t be behind bars right now.Natalya walked in without knocking, her face tight with concern. “Olivia, you need to eat something. You’ve barely touched your lunch.”I shook my head. “I’m not hungry.”“You haven’t been hungry for two days.” She crossed her arms. “And don’t tell me it’s not about Lucas.”I sighed, pressing my fingers against my temples. “Of course, it’s about him. He’s sitting in a cell because of me.”Natalya softened, moving closer. “It’s not your fault.”I gave her a hollow
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