Olivia made all the wrong choices. She chased the wrong love, trusted the wrong people, and lost everything—including the one person who had always been there. Now, she’s been given a second chance. But can she fix what she broke? Can she love the husband she once resented? And more importantly…will he ever let her? Sebastian once begged her to stay. Now, he won’t even look at her. The wounds she left behind run too deep. The love she never wanted is slipping through her fingers. But Olivia isn’t giving up. She’s willing to fight for him. Because this time, losing him is not an option. But what happens when history threatens to repeat itself? When old enemies resurface, and the price of redemption may be more than she can pay?
Lihat lebih banyakSebastian "Won’t you give your wife one more chance to show you how much she’s changed?" Those words loop in my mind, tangled with the lingering sensation of her lips on mine. The way she moaned so softly, the way her eyes clung to me as if I were her entire world—Olivia has to be suffering from brain damage. How is this the same woman who, every damn day since we married, couldn’t meet my eyes without spitting venom—without cursing her fate…without cursing me? And now, suddenly, she’s pleading for a second chance? The thought alone is maddening, fucking confusing. In three years of marriage, not a day passed without Olivia throwing a tantrum, creating some new drama, doing everything in her power to gravitate closer to that dunce of a man, Philip Morris. But this morning? This morning, she was so... “Sir?” A voice halts my thoughts, and I blink back to reality, realizing I’m still sitting in the boardroom. “Yes?” My voice is composed, as if I hadn’t just been dr
Olivia Bingo. Of course, he took my bait. Typical Philip. Forcing a confused look on my face, more tears stream down my cheeks, my lips trembling like a fragile leaf in the wind. “W-why can’t I get divorced, Philip?” My voice comes out small, desperate. I clutch at his hands like a woman drowning, every bit the lovesick fool I used to be. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be without you for a single second!” My voice cracks, and I sniff, letting my shoulders tremble just enough to sell the act. Philip exhales as if he’s been carrying the weight of the world. “I know, babe, I know,” he murmurs after a moment, lifting my fingers to his lips. I fight the urge to wrench my hand away and scrub it against the sheets. God, how did I ever fall for this? His breath is warm against my skin, but all it does is send a sickening chill down my spine. His head dips, like he’s ashamed, and I almost roll my eyes. Oh please, Cue he guilty act. “I’m not worthy of you, Liv. I can’t stand to c
Olivia My fingers curl into fists against the mattress, nails biting into my palms as my mind scrambles for an answer. What do I say? I can’t just blurt out that I’ve been reborn—he’d probably think I’ve lost my damn mind. Sebastian cocks an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. The weight of his stare makes my head spin, my throat dry. I’m losing control of this moment, and I can’t afford that. So, I resort to the only thing I know will soften him. Pouting slightly, I press into his arms again, my voice dipping into something breathy and pleading. "Because I know now that you’re the only one meant for me. I’ve been blind all these years. Won’t you give your wife one more chance to show you how much she’s changed?" For a second—a flicker of hesitation flashes in his eyes. He’s thinking about it. But then, his jaw tightens, his muscles coiling beneath my touch. His hands push at my arms, his scowl deepening. "The Olivia I know isn’t really one to change after three nights in t
Olivia Pain. Heat. Fire. My skin sears, peeling under the relentless heat. Smoke coils around me, thick and suffocating, pushing into my lungs and choking the air from my throat. My body jerks, thrashing wildly, desperate to escape the agony. Two familiar figures stand there, just beyond the flames. Mocking me like demons enjoying my suffering. “No, please don’t do this!” My screams crack and splinter, raw with terror. “No, pleas—” "Hold still." A deep, velvety voice cuts through the fog. A voice I know. It’s not the fire. It’s not hell. My eyes flutter open, my breath coming in sharp, broken gasps. The brightness burns, too pure, too white. My pulse hammers wildly, my ribs tightening. This—this isn’t death. The light is too clean. There’s no fire, no suffocating smoke. Then where am I? “Open your mouth.” The command is firm, clipped, allowing no argument. I obey on instinct. Something cool slips beneath my tongue—metal, smooth. A thermometer? “You still
OliviaRegret tastes like the blood in my mouth and the stench of petrol burning my lungs.A cough rips through me, sharp and wet. Chains dig into my wrists, the cold metal biting deep, cutting skin. The smell of mold clings to everything in the warehouse, mixing with gasoline soaking the floor beneath me. My knees scream from hours on the concrete, swollen, bruised.Click. Clack.The sharp sound of heels slices through the silence. My head pounds, a dull ache of agony, but I force myself to look up.“Well, well, well… I see you’re enjoying your stay here, my darling Liv.”Hate churns in my throat, a bitter and corrosive bile, as my eyes meet Kaylee’s.She looks unbothered—like she didn’t just have me beaten half to death. A cruel smirk stretches her lips, her dark eyes shiny with wicked amusement.“Oh, c’mon, don’t look at me like that.” She tsks, her voice laced with mock pity as she struts closer.“Why?” My voice is a shaky whisper, barely more than a breath, as fresh blood spills
OliviaRegret tastes like the blood in my mouth and the stench of petrol burning my lungs.A cough rips through me, sharp and wet. Chains dig into my wrists, the cold metal biting deep, cutting skin. The smell of mold clings to everything in the warehouse, mixing with gasoline soaking the floor beneath me. My knees scream from hours on the concrete, swollen, bruised.Click. Clack.The sharp sound of heels slices through the silence. My head pounds, a dull ache of agony, but I force myself to look up.“Well, well, well… I see you’re enjoying your stay here, my darling Liv.”Hate churns in my throat, a bitter and corrosive bile, as my eyes meet Kaylee’s.She looks unbothered—like she didn’t just have me beaten half to death. A cruel smirk stretches her lips, her dark eyes shiny with wicked amusement.“Oh, c’mon, don’t look at me like that.” She tsks, her voice laced with mock pity as she struts closer.“Why?” My voice is a shaky whisper, barely more than a breath, as fresh blood spills ...
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