Dear Lover, We are Done!
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"I need to see Mr. Winchester! Please! My father--my father is dying I need..." "The world knows you are his mistress but Mr. Winchester does not entertain mistresses when he's working. Have some dignity and leave." ┌ Olivia Cabello has been the mistress to Ryat Winchester for two years. For two years she fools herself that the billionaire who's stone cold demeanor is well known by the press will one day love her and treat her more than just a plaything. She gets the shock of her life when Ryat gets engaged to a billionaire heiress and she is declared the other woman. A loose woman, they call her. A woman with no morals, they say. When the two red parallel lines on the pregnancy stick slap her with the bitter truth; it's time for Olivia to choose herself first. Except Ryat Winchester isn't letting go anytime soon. Not in this lifetime at least.
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Dear Lover, We are Done! Chapter 3
OLIVIA CABELLOKneeling near the toilet bowl most mornings and nights wasn’t a good sign.Then again not eating for weeks and crying yourself to sleep for weeks might have brought the puking but I knew better.“You’ve gotta take this, Liv. You have avoided this for so long and maybe it’s time we confirmed what we already knew.”I wash my mouth, taking a gulp of mouthwash and gazing myself at the mirror.My hair is in a messy bun, my eyes are sunken, I look like I lost five pounds in a week but the look in my eyes is what frightens me.“No.”Jules pushes the small box across the marble counter to meet my right hand.I look at the box then my eyes are back to the mirror.No. I can’t be…“It won’t hurt to try, will it? You’ve got nothing to lose anyway so try it.”I take the box, the one that has the words ‘pregnancy’ written on it in bold.“He always ensured I was on birth control. He always said he didn’t want any kids”, Yet my heart gasps for breath in my chest at the prospect of me b
Dear Lover, We are Done! Chapter 2
OLIVIA CABELLODeath was unfair. It has and will always be unfair.My mother’s wails can be heard all over the cemetery we are in. I hold an umbrella for her and I feel so broken that no tears come to my eyes.Girls were supposed to be close to their mothers.Not me though.I was close to my father. His little princesa. His muse. His only daughter.And now, the person I love the most is dead because I couldn’t save him. I couldn’t save my father, my best friend.I don’t deserve to shed tears. I don’t deserve to mourn for him.The rain roars back with a vengeance, pouring over the umbrella I’m holding frailly. My abuela and the rest of the family are standing by the other side of the casket sobbing as my father gets lowered into the ground.They shouldn’t cry for him. They abandoned him a long time ago. They shouldn’t be here.“I can’t live without you, Hose. Plea-- please come back to me. Please come back to me!”We all know my father isn’t coming back.We all know my mother is losing
Dear Lover, We are Done! Chapter 1
OLIVIA CABELLOThunder clouds hang low, the threat of heavy rain looms in the sky, my stomach churns, tears prick my eyes and I hold them back asking the cab driver if he can drive a little fast than the pace we are going at.Once the cab stops, I pay the driver, getting out of the car with my six-inch Gucci heels that are the only things holding me up.My cheek burns from my mother’s slap.My head aches from moving up and about.My eyes hurt more due to crying.But all this will be worth it once I get the money.Winchester Industries stands in front of me in form of a fifty-five-story high building.I pull out my phone and dial Ryat’s number but it still goes to voicemail.I know he’s working. I have seen the news articles of Ryat Winchester that call him the shrewd ice-cold workaholic.He works all day. He works all night. When he is not working, he is with me. Only me.Ryat is not getting married. He likes me.The security guards let me in without asking questions, I take the lift
Dear Lover, We are Done! PROLOGUE
OLIVIA CABELLOMy chest rises and falls with an erratic intake of breath.The Manhattan city lights shine from outside the glass-ceiling windows in this penthouse, reaching all the way inside the room, to me and to the man standing in front of me.He picks his shirt from the floor and my eyes linger on the muscles on his shoulders, the tats on his arms, down to his lean waist.Ryat Winchester, first son to the Winchesters who own the whole of Manhattan, has always been handsome.Blessed with emerald eyes- so dark and intriguing, a body built like a Greek god, messy dark brown hair and a chiseled jaw that could cut through cheese; he was Manhattan’s most eligible bachelor for a reason.I’m still sore since he was inside of me a few minutes ago but that doesn’t mean I don’t want more of Ryat Winchester tonight. I’ve wanted more for two years.We meet on Tuesdays and Wednesdays at exactly ten pm. Once he gets what he wants from me which is sex (hot and steamy sex if I might add), he leav
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