LOGINShare
Chapter 1
Last Updated:
2024-10-29 19:42:56OLIVIA CABELLO
Thunder 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 to the executive floor with high hopes that all this nightmare will just be that. A nightmare.
The top floor is owned solely by Ryat.
Which is why I am not surprised when I spot a woman who I assume to be Ryat’s secretary seated right in front of the office I’m trying to get into.
In a nude red lipstick and a sneer on her face, Ryat’s secretary sizes me up and down when I ask her,
“Can I speak to your boss? I know he’s in there so if I could please have a minute of his time.”
“Visiting hours are over and even then, you still need an appointment to see Mr. Winchester. It’s almost midnight too in case you haven’t noticed”, her words come out with ire yet I still beg.
“You don’t understand… I need to see Ryat. Tell him I’m here… he’ll want to see me. I need to see Mr. Winchester! Please! My father is dying I need-.”
“The world knows you are his mistress but Mr. Winchester does not entertain mistresses when he is working. Have some dignity and leave.”
A mistress?
Her eyes look at me like she’s disgusted that I’m breathing the same air as her. As if I’ll corrupt her with my whorish ways.
I sniff back tears, my back stands ramrod straight as the last bit of my dignity tells me to be strong.
You have to be strong for dad, Liv.
“I’m not leaving without seeing your boss. I don’t give a fuck about an appointment or visiting hours. Tell him I’m here, tell him Olivia Cabello is here to see him.”
She clicks her tongue at me. Seconds later, her acrylic nails reach for the telephone on the desk and she dials Ryat’s number.
“Boss, I’m sorry to disturb you like this. I know. I’m really sorry, Sir but your…this woman won’t leave until I… Olivia Cabello is her name, sir. Of course, sir.”
She pulls the telephone away from ear handing it to me with an agitated gaze.
I take the phone in my shaking hands, pressing it to my ear.
“Ryat, Ryat, I’m sorry for coming in like this but my fa-.”
“You really don’t know when to quit, do you curvy? Go home. Right now. I have no time for you.”
“Ryat-.”
The line goes dead.
“Ryat? Ryat please… please I need your-.”
“He hung up and he authorized me to tell security to kick you out if you cause any trouble. Seriously, did you just think you would barge in here and the boss would spare a minute to see you? You are not even his fiancé; you are the whore he fucks when he wants something cheap and available. I’m saying this because I pity you, leave for your own sake.”
I’m not a whore.
I wanted to shout but wasn’t it true what she said?
Ryat Winchester wanted me for one thing and thing only. Sex.
If he loved me, he would have listened to what I had to say tonight, he would have wanted to see me.
The truth constricts my air and eats away every single reality I had built for two years.
I turn around and leave.
When I get to the elevator and the elevator doors close, I fall to the floor sobbing.
“Don’t cry and try to console yourself that you were better than me. You were no match for me when it came to winning over Ryat’s heart”, a feminine voice hits me from above and I raise my head noticing I’m not the only in the lift.
In a crisscross halter cut-out dress that shows her stomach and showcases her cleavage, wearing a perfume that fogs the air and chokes me, the blonde woman who smells and looks like sophistication at its finest looks down at me with a sly smile.
I know her.
I saw her on my phone while I was riding the cab to here.
She’s Ryat’s fiancé. Irina Buchanon, daughter to business tycoon Bono Buchanon, a model, a socialite and the object of every man’s desires according to news outlets.
“He is all yours”, I mutter, gritting my teeth.
“Really? Then why you are here in the middle of the night begging like a dog for his love?”
“I came here for my father! I only came here… because my father… my father is dying and I needed his help.”
“How much? How much do you need?”
“Two hundred grand”, I mutter because that’s how desperate I am to get the money.
She chuckles and her eyes narrow into slits.
“Show me how bad you want the money. Kneel, kiss my heels and say the words ‘I’m nothing but a whore, that’s all I’ll ever amount to. I don’t deserve a man like Ryat Winchester because whores like me don’t get men like him’. Say it!”
I kneel.
I kiss her thousand-dollar heels.
All that for my father.
I look her in the eyes, my dignity already in the mud.
“I’m nothing but a whore, that’s all I’ll ever amount to. I don’t deserve a man like Ryat Winchester because whores like me don’t get men like him.”
Irina Buchanon drops to meet me, then she grips my chin, taking a few wads of cash from her purse and hitting my face with them.
---
The rain pours over me heavily as I run inside the hospital.
It doesn’t matter whether I’m soaking wet, it doesn’t matter whether my body is so weak, I feel like I’ll die on the spot.
Dad is going to be okay.
I have the money.
Getting to the waiting room has me feeling hopeful that tomorrow things will be better but when I get there, my mother is on the couch holding a coffee cup but her eyes are hollow and her cheeks are pale.
“Mom, I got the money. Dad is going to have that surgery; he is going to be okay.”
She doesn’t hear me. She doesn’t look like she’s really in this world.
Jules, who’s seated next to her stands up walking to me with a look that has my heart sinking.
“Liv-.”
“I got the money, Jules. My dad is going to live. I have to pay the bills before they perform the surgery, right?”
“Liv-.”
“Why does mom look like that? I said I have the money; she should be happy dad’s going to live!”
“Liv, the doctors came… they said they tried to keep your father as stable as they could but without performing the surgery asap, Liv, your father-.”
“No!” I sob, covering my mouth.
“Your father is dead, Olivia.”
Related chapters
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 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 4
RYAT WINCHESTER“There. That’s everything you ever gave me just so I could warm your bed, Ryat. Your money is in there, your phone is in there, your clothes are in there and whatever we had is in there too. Find yourself another whore who’ll spread her legs for you. We are done, Mr. Winchester.”Two months and counting.Olivia Cabello has been in hiding for two months.The fury churning my mind is still fresh.But the thrill of the chase somewhat balances that fury because once I find her, punishing her won’t be the last thing I do. I’ll make her regret it.“I think we can get the land if we add another million to the budget, boss. The old man might be a family man but no one can refuse that much money”, the head of my financial department urges.Some of the board members murmur and I can hear them nod in agreement, my eyes glide to the view of New York on a humid morning and my teeth grind in my mouth.“Ten million”, I grunt.“Sir?”“The old man you are speaking of. We offered him te
Dear Lover, We are Done! Chapter 5
OLIVIATwo months of suffering.Two months of hiding.Two months of looking for jobs in L.A. Jobs that paid less than fifty bucks a day and I was on the verge of giving up.With a day off and running out of money, I hopped into the nearest café I could find overspending on creamy donuts because my baby craved the sugar.I might have craved the sugar too after four days of dishwashing in a restaurant down town.What I didn’t expect before coming here though was…Him.Ryat Winchester standing in front of me, his calculative eyes on my belly and his scowl bigger than the thunderclouds slowly forming outside.I admit, I panicked.I didn’t think he would find me.And with the panic came the lie.Daniel Carreo, my ex-boyfriend from high school appeared out of nowhere like my knight in shining armor and I had to lie.I had to lie that he was my baby daddy.Right now, though Ryat looks like he can see through my lies but I still hold my head high.Please leave.Just leave.Walk away.“This is
Dear Lover, We are Done! Chapter 6
OLIVIAPain. A lot of it.It eats me up from the inside, chews down on my head, down to my spine and all the way to my legs.The smell of medicines and something having had gone wrong sifts through my nostrils.I try to breathe.The deafening sound of everything being still around me makes me sicker than I feel.At first, when I open my eyes, I think I’m in heaven.That I died and I woke up in heaven.But when the white ceiling of the hospital becomes clear and the beeping machines assault my ears, reality hits me hard.I blink twice.I breathe in the nauseating air.My weak hands, the ones with tubes plunged deep in my veins, slowly and torturously crawl to the front of the hospital gown I’m wearing.I touch my tummy.Again.And again.Until…“My baby”, I whisper.“Liv”, Dan’s voice beckons from inside the room.“My baby”, I whisper hard, holding my now reduced tummy.“You have to calm down Olivia.”I use all the energy I have inside my body and sit up removing the oxygen mask from m
Dear Lover, We are Done! Chapter 7
RYAT“Baby, she got pregnant to trick you. She got rid of the pregnancy so you wouldn’t demand a paternity test. Women like her like theatrics, Ryat. You shouldn’t feel-.”“Feel sad over losing a kid I didn’t get to see grow up because my child’s mother was ran over by a truck in the middle of the day?” I ask, the question as bitter and galling as the whole week has been.My fiancé opens her mouth slightly then she masks it all with the bullshit affection she’s been giving me since I visited Olivia in the hospital and learnt of my baby’s death.“Ryat- “, Irina purrs my name and it feels like nails getting dragged a rusty wall.I look into her bland brown eyes and utter with no emotion, “Get out. I’ll see you when I need you.”A normal fiancé would make a fuss from the cold way I talk to her.Irina and I aren’t normal. We are in a forced engagement. Soon to be forcefully married.Her generations’ money and my generations’ money ensure that my lineage flourishes with enough wealth to to
Dear Lover, We are Done! Chapter 8
OLIVIA“Do you wanna talk about it?”“Jules, I’m fine.”“You’ve been signing contracts day in day out with no rest and without grieving.”“Grieving won’t bring anyone back.”My baby’s gone. There’s no coming back after that.“But managing all this will bring everyone back?”My best friend doesn’t get a word out of me because my office door squeaks open and the ever-slick William Sterling walks inside.“We’ll talk later, Jules.”She huffs, throws an assuring smile my way before she walks to the door and exits my office.I’ve been in my new office, Montefalco industries picking up where my grandfather left off. Truth of the matter is, I don’t understand anything nor do I know how to handle thousands of employees all waiting for my direction on how to take the company forward.William settles in one of the seats throwing a blue file on my desk.I take it and open it.I know what it is.After all I didn’t visit Ryat Winchester in his glass mansion for nothing.I warned the bastard. I told
Dear Lover, We are Done! Chapter 9
Special Chapter: DRAKO TORRANCEThe universe had a comical way of playing tricks on me.Started with me being born to daddy dearest, to inheriting millions of dollars I never asked for.But this?The sight in front of me?It takes the cake.My ribs burn, my face stings with every cut that’s gushing blood down my cheek to my chest.I can also confidently say I’m seeing through my right eye because the left one is tight shut from the punch I received a few minutes ago.Yet my one good eye blinks at the creature that’s too dainty, too small, too weak, I could crush it in one hand and call it a day without remorse.In a sun dress, pretty dark plumps and a Louis Vuitton bag, the five foot three woman stands on the other side of the ring, gun in hand threatening me.She’s pretty.Pretty for other men to want to spend the night with but pretty for me not to give a fuck about what kind of help she needs from me.“You ask help from all men while pointing guns at them, sugar tits?”I eye her ti
Latest chapter
Dear Lover, We are Done! Chapter 9
Special Chapter: DRAKO TORRANCEThe universe had a comical way of playing tricks on me.Started with me being born to daddy dearest, to inheriting millions of dollars I never asked for.But this?The sight in front of me?It takes the cake.My ribs burn, my face stings with every cut that’s gushing blood down my cheek to my chest.I can also confidently say I’m seeing through my right eye because the left one is tight shut from the punch I received a few minutes ago.Yet my one good eye blinks at the creature that’s too dainty, too small, too weak, I could crush it in one hand and call it a day without remorse.In a sun dress, pretty dark plumps and a Louis Vuitton bag, the five foot three woman stands on the other side of the ring, gun in hand threatening me.She’s pretty.Pretty for other men to want to spend the night with but pretty for me not to give a fuck about what kind of help she needs from me.“You ask help from all men while pointing guns at them, sugar tits?”I eye her ti
Dear Lover, We are Done! Chapter 8
OLIVIA“Do you wanna talk about it?”“Jules, I’m fine.”“You’ve been signing contracts day in day out with no rest and without grieving.”“Grieving won’t bring anyone back.”My baby’s gone. There’s no coming back after that.“But managing all this will bring everyone back?”My best friend doesn’t get a word out of me because my office door squeaks open and the ever-slick William Sterling walks inside.“We’ll talk later, Jules.”She huffs, throws an assuring smile my way before she walks to the door and exits my office.I’ve been in my new office, Montefalco industries picking up where my grandfather left off. Truth of the matter is, I don’t understand anything nor do I know how to handle thousands of employees all waiting for my direction on how to take the company forward.William settles in one of the seats throwing a blue file on my desk.I take it and open it.I know what it is.After all I didn’t visit Ryat Winchester in his glass mansion for nothing.I warned the bastard. I told
Dear Lover, We are Done! Chapter 7
RYAT“Baby, she got pregnant to trick you. She got rid of the pregnancy so you wouldn’t demand a paternity test. Women like her like theatrics, Ryat. You shouldn’t feel-.”“Feel sad over losing a kid I didn’t get to see grow up because my child’s mother was ran over by a truck in the middle of the day?” I ask, the question as bitter and galling as the whole week has been.My fiancé opens her mouth slightly then she masks it all with the bullshit affection she’s been giving me since I visited Olivia in the hospital and learnt of my baby’s death.“Ryat- “, Irina purrs my name and it feels like nails getting dragged a rusty wall.I look into her bland brown eyes and utter with no emotion, “Get out. I’ll see you when I need you.”A normal fiancé would make a fuss from the cold way I talk to her.Irina and I aren’t normal. We are in a forced engagement. Soon to be forcefully married.Her generations’ money and my generations’ money ensure that my lineage flourishes with enough wealth to to
Dear Lover, We are Done! Chapter 6
OLIVIAPain. A lot of it.It eats me up from the inside, chews down on my head, down to my spine and all the way to my legs.The smell of medicines and something having had gone wrong sifts through my nostrils.I try to breathe.The deafening sound of everything being still around me makes me sicker than I feel.At first, when I open my eyes, I think I’m in heaven.That I died and I woke up in heaven.But when the white ceiling of the hospital becomes clear and the beeping machines assault my ears, reality hits me hard.I blink twice.I breathe in the nauseating air.My weak hands, the ones with tubes plunged deep in my veins, slowly and torturously crawl to the front of the hospital gown I’m wearing.I touch my tummy.Again.And again.Until…“My baby”, I whisper.“Liv”, Dan’s voice beckons from inside the room.“My baby”, I whisper hard, holding my now reduced tummy.“You have to calm down Olivia.”I use all the energy I have inside my body and sit up removing the oxygen mask from m
Dear Lover, We are Done! Chapter 5
OLIVIATwo months of suffering.Two months of hiding.Two months of looking for jobs in L.A. Jobs that paid less than fifty bucks a day and I was on the verge of giving up.With a day off and running out of money, I hopped into the nearest café I could find overspending on creamy donuts because my baby craved the sugar.I might have craved the sugar too after four days of dishwashing in a restaurant down town.What I didn’t expect before coming here though was…Him.Ryat Winchester standing in front of me, his calculative eyes on my belly and his scowl bigger than the thunderclouds slowly forming outside.I admit, I panicked.I didn’t think he would find me.And with the panic came the lie.Daniel Carreo, my ex-boyfriend from high school appeared out of nowhere like my knight in shining armor and I had to lie.I had to lie that he was my baby daddy.Right now, though Ryat looks like he can see through my lies but I still hold my head high.Please leave.Just leave.Walk away.“This is
Dear Lover, We are Done! Chapter 4
RYAT WINCHESTER“There. That’s everything you ever gave me just so I could warm your bed, Ryat. Your money is in there, your phone is in there, your clothes are in there and whatever we had is in there too. Find yourself another whore who’ll spread her legs for you. We are done, Mr. Winchester.”Two months and counting.Olivia Cabello has been in hiding for two months.The fury churning my mind is still fresh.But the thrill of the chase somewhat balances that fury because once I find her, punishing her won’t be the last thing I do. I’ll make her regret it.“I think we can get the land if we add another million to the budget, boss. The old man might be a family man but no one can refuse that much money”, the head of my financial department urges.Some of the board members murmur and I can hear them nod in agreement, my eyes glide to the view of New York on a humid morning and my teeth grind in my mouth.“Ten million”, I grunt.“Sir?”“The old man you are speaking of. We offered him te
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
