Lucas’s POVRyan left the boardroom with a smugness that made my blood boil. I didn’t think—I just moved. My feet carried me after him, barely registering the shocked murmurs and stunned faces we left behind.I couldn’t believe what had just happened.She said yes.Olivia said yes.My Olivia.The woman who once stood by my side, the woman who once promised me forever, had just agreed to marry him.And I knew—God, I knew—she didn’t want this.The way her hands trembled, the way her voice shook ever so slightly, the way she couldn’t meet my eyes after that single word left her lips—everything about her screamed that she was trapped.So what the hell had Ryan done?I caught up with him just as he stepped into the hallway. Without thinking, without warning, I threw a punch.My fist connected with his jaw, the sickening crunch of bone against bone filling the empty corridor. Ryan staggered back, catching himself against the wall, his head snapping to the side.He groaned, rubbing his jaw a
Lucas’s POVThe moment I stormed out of the building, my head was a mess. Anger coursed through me, hot and unchecked, but beneath it was something worse—helplessness. I knew Olivia didn’t want this engagement. I knew Ryan had something on her. But she had still gone through with it.I gripped my phone tighter, my knuckles turning white as I dialed Amelia’s number. The line barely rang twice before she picked up.“Lucas?” Her voice was laced with curiosity, maybe even a little amusement.“Where are you?” I asked sharply, skipping any pleasantries.There was a slight pause before she answered, “At my apartment. Why?”I didn’t reply. I ended the call and slammed my phone down onto the passenger seat before stepping on the gas.The city blurred past me as I drove, my mind racing just as fast. I wasn’t sure what I expected from Amelia, but I needed to hear her say it—needed to know if she was involved in whatever twisted game Ryan was playing.By the time I reached her apartment complex,
Olivia's povI collapsed onto the floor, my body shaking with sobs. The events of the day replayed in my mind like a broken record, each memory more painful than the last. Ethan and Vivian rushed to my side, concern etched on their faces."Olivia, hey, it's okay," Ethan said softly, trying to comfort me. "You're safe now."But I couldn't stop crying. The tears flowed like a river, and I felt like I was drowning in my own despair. Vivian wrapped her arms around me, holding me close as I sobbed."We're here for you, Liv," she whispered. "We'll get through this together."I cried until I thought I had no tears left, but they kept coming. Ethan and Vivian stayed with me, holding me and whispering words of comfort. Slowly, my sobs began to subside, replaced by hiccupping gasps for air.Ethan helped me to my feet, and Vivian led me to the couch. They sat on either side of me, holding my hands."What happened, Liv?" Ethan asked gently. "What did Ryan tell you exactly? You couldn't have turne
Olivia’s POVThe way Lucas looked at me and left had been on my mind all through the day. My father’s estate loomed before me, grand as ever. The last time I willingly walked through these gate was when I get divorced. Even if Ethan had been asking me to come home ever since dad got back, I wasn't willing with all that had been going on recently. But I didn’t have a choice, I needed to make him see the beast he wanted as a son in-law.I took a deep breath, steeling myself. I had to convince him. There was no way I was going through with this marriage.The butler greeted me with a stiff nod before leading me inside. My heels clicked against the polished marble floors as I followed him down the long hallway toward my father’s study.The closer we got, the louder the sound of laughter became.I slowed my steps, frowning. My father was laughing?That was never a good sign.We reached the open doorway, and my stomach dropped.Ryan was already there.He was seated across from my father, a g
Olivia’s POVMy hands shook with rage as I stormed out of my father’s study. The conversation had gone exactly as I expected—his arrogance, his indifference, his complete and utter disregard for my choice had all been laid out on the table like a business transaction. And Ryan, that smug bastard, had sat there enjoying every second of it, watching as my father dismissed my plea like I was some spoiled child throwing a tantrum.Well, if they wanted a tantrum, I’d give them one.I marched down the hallway, my vision clouded with fury. The antique vases, the paintings, the intricate sculptures—all of it represented the life my father had built for himself. A life that I was nothing more than a pawn in.With a sharp inhale, I turned and slammed my arm into the first table I saw, sending an expensive vase crashing to the floor. The sharp shatter sent a pulse of satisfaction through me.Good.I moved to the next item—a framed painting worth more than most people’s salaries. With a single, sh
Olivia’s POVMy heart was still pounding as I walked out of the restaurant, my heels clicking against the pavement with each step. The thought of what I had just done settled deep in my chest, but I refused to second-guess myself.I had finally put my foot down.But I wasn’t naïve enough to think Ryan would let this slide. I knew exactly what kind of man he was—controlling, calculating, dangerous. Declining his engagement in such a public way was like striking a match next to an open gas line.I had to be ready for the explosion that would come next.Pulling my coat tighter around me, I exhaled, trying to steady myself as I hailed a cab.“Where to, ma’am?” the driver asked once I was seated.“Home,” I muttered, my mind already racing with everything that needed to be done.By the time I arrived, my pulse had slowed slightly, but the tension in my body hadn’t lessened. As soon as I stepped inside, I heard voices coming from the living room.“—there has to be something,” Vivian was sayi
Olivia’s POVI had always thought my father’s rejection would hurt more. I had thought that it would feel like a knife driving into my chest, severing the last fragile thread between us. But as I drove home that night, all I felt was numbness.I was numb to the city lights blurring past me. Numb to the weight of my hands gripping the steering wheel. Numb to the fact that my own father had given me an ultimatum: marry Ryan or cut ties forever.When I stepped into the house, I barely acknowledged Vivian and Ethan, who exchanged worried glances as I walked past them. I just wanted to crawl into bed and disappear.But the universe wouldn’t let me drown in my misery so easily.The next morning, I woke up to the sound of Aiden’s little feet running across the hardwood floor. Before I could pretend to be asleep, my bedroom door creaked open.“Aunt Olivia?” His voice was hesitant.I sighed and turned my head toward him. “What is it, sweetheart?”He stepped closer, clutching his stuffed dinosa
Olivia’s POVI couldn’t move an inch. I just sat there, my heart hammering against my ribs, my lips tingling with disgust.Ryan’s words echoed in my head. I can’t wait to marry you.He didn’t say it like a man excited about love. He said it like a man who had already won.I wanted to scream.I wanted to claw at my skin and erase the feeling of his mouth on mine.But I did nothing.I just stared at him as he left the room, my breath shallow, my mind blank.When he returned, he tossed the ring at me.It landed on the couch beside me. A small, cold circle that represented everything I hated.“Take it,” Ryan said flatly. “You wanted it, didn’t you?”I frowned, snatching the ring off the couch and then I left.I didn’t say a word. I didn’t look back.I walked out of his apartment, into the cold night air, and straight to my car.I didn’t even remember getting inside or starting the engine.But before I knew it, I was driving.The city lights blurred around me as I gripped the wheel.I fel
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