David pov I slowly lift my gaze to the closed door, which has been shut for two minutes. The silence in the room feels heavy, almost suffocating. I let out a sigh, tossing my phone aside with a little more force than necessary, and get up from the bed. Why isn’t she coming in? Is she busy with my mom? The thought gnaws at me, and I plop back down on the bed, my curiosity getting the better of me. Is she getting too cosy with my family, especially my dad? Olivia seemed pretty chill, so maybe my dad is too. I’ve never seen him like this before, laughing and joking in a way that felt foreign to me. Ugh! I get up again, pacing the small space of my room, heading toward the door. Come on, I’m waiting! Why is she taking so long? Suddenly, I hear footsteps approaching, and I dash back to the bed, grabbing my phone in a desperate attempt to appear nonchalant—pretending I’m not bothered at all. Of course, I’m not! Right? The door swings open, and I clear my throat, trying to mask the flutt
Olvia povI toss my hand to the side and feel around, tapping the bed as I slowly open my eyes, only to find it empty. I sit up, wondering where David is. Ugh, I’m so tired, I mumble to myself, resting my head in my hands. Last night was rough; David slept on my chest the whole time, making it impossible to get comfortable. But hey, at least he’s okay now. A small smile appears as I think of his face. Ugh, seriously, what a pain! I groan and flop back onto the bed. I grab my phone and see it’s already 10 AM. Oh no, I overslept! I jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom for a quick shower, then throw on my cute navy blue dress. I leave my hair down and dash downstairs. As I reach the living room, I spot Dad sitting on the couch, reading the newspaper. I plop down next to him and ask, “Where is everyone?” He glances at me and replies, “You woke up late.” I nod, “Yeah, I know.” He continues, “Your mom’s in the kitchen, but I’m not sure about David.” That confuses me, so I ask, “Why do
David pov I trust my husband. That word—trust—keeps echoing in my head, a relentless mantra that both comforts and torments me. I toss my pen onto my desk, the clatter breaking the silence of my office, just as my company phone rings, pulling me back to reality. I pick it up, my voice steady as I say, "Sir, you have a meeting, and I have some files to send you," my secretary informs me, her tone professional yet tinged with concern. I let out a sigh, the weight of the day pressing down on me. "Cancel everything; I’m not coming into the office," I reply, my voice firmer than I feel, and I hang up abruptly. Leaning back in my chair, I feel the heaviness of my thoughts settle around me like a thick fog. She believes in me—no one else has that kind of faith, not for money or anything else. Just me. But Lilly is about to disrupt my peace at home, while Olivia handles everything with a level of maturity I never expected from her. Lilly walks into my office, her arms outstretched, trying
Olvia pov My footsteps echoed through the house as I paced back and forth for the past hour, glancing at the clock every few seconds. Each tick felt like a reminder of my own impatience, a cruel metronome marking the time I spent waiting for someone who seemed to have forgotten about me. It made me feel pathetic, wondering what I was doing waiting around for a guy who clearly didn’t care about me. The memory of the earlier incident replayed in my mind, a loop of disappointment and frustration. I had rushed home, my heart racing. I hugged David's parents tightly, feeling the warmth of their love as I told them I was leaving. They weren’t thrilled about it, their faces etched with concern, but I insisted. I needed to take control of my life, to make choices that were right for me, even if it meant stepping away from the familiar.I had already messaged David to let him know I was home, just in case he got back too. Now it’s 3 AM, and I’m still in the living room, waiting for him. The
Olivia pov A wave of sensation washed over me, when our lips finally touched again, enveloping me in a cocoon of warmth and desire. With my hands tied behind my back, I was entirely at his mercy, a thrilling vulnerability that heightened every moment. His kiss was a delicate dance of softness and demand, exploring my mouth with a gentle yet possessive intensity that left me breathless. I could feel my body heating up, the anticipation driving me wild as I want to catch a glimpse of his face, to read the emotions swirling within those dark, smouldering eyes. But the blindfold of uncertainty only intensified the experience, making every touch feel like a delicious secret.His hands roamed over my body, mapping out every curve and contour with deliberate intent, as if he were an artist and I was his canvas. “ D…avid stop remove this blindfold” I nervously speak.I was totally freaked out when he suddenly pulled me closer to him, smashing my body against his solid chest as I tried to
Olivia pov “I saw Mrs. Amelia with another guy, and it looked like they were meeting up secretly”. I kept reading the message over and over, trying to wrap my head around the fact that I really messed up thinking she’d get it. I was so wrong. But honestly, I’m not hurt; I expected this. I know this girl isn’t going to do what I calmly asked her to do—she thrives on chaos. So maybe I should just give her what she wants. I glanced around at all the cars buzzing by, everyone heading to work like me. It’s early morning, and I’m lying here with Olivia in my arms, peacefully asleep. I thought today would be nice until my bodyguard texted me about Amelia and that guy. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who he was. I told my bodyguard to fire a shot in the air and grab that guy. I didn’t really want him caught; I just wanted Amelia to know my guys are always watching. I knew exactly what she’d do next, so I quickly got dressed, kissed Olivia on the head, and headed to the office. “Sir,
David pov The lights were bright, making it hard for me to focus. "So, should we start working on the project?" one of the Group 1 employees asked, prompting a sigh from me as I tried to process his presentation. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed, casting a harsh glare on the glossy presentation slides that flickered on the screen. I rubbed my temples, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on me. "Alright, go ahead with that project, but make sure to get a top celebrity to promote it," I replied, standing up to leave the meeting room. The thought of celebrity endorsements always seemed to add a layer of excitement, but it also meant more pressure. "Sir, what about Group 2? They still have pending projects," my secretary reminded me, causing me to pause and turn back. Her voice was steady, but I could sense the underlying urgency. "Give them a week. If they can't finish their pending projects by then, that's on them," I said as I walked into my office, the door clicking s
Olivia pov I'm at the sink with this plate, the tenth one to wash. It's not even dirty; I'm just going over all the clean ones again to avoid any disasters. "Ugh, damn it!" I yell as I slam the plate down, shattering it into pieces. "Calm down, Olvia, just breathe," I tell myself, but how can I? He did it again! How does he always manage to disappear after we’ve spent hours together? I plop down in the nearest chair, trying to shake it off, but it’s no use. This morning, I wake up and David is nowhere to be found. All I got was a text saying he had to leave for some urgent work. I remember how hard I slammed my phone on the table after reading that. I know I shouldn’t be this upset, but I am. I want him there when I wake up, wrapped in his arms as I open my eyes. Instead, I’m left with an empty bed. I don’t know why I keep expecting more from him. He’s never said he loves me or even cares; it’s just me hoping that maybe this marriage could work. But guess what? I sigh, realising I
David pov Andrew shouted, "What are you doing?" just as I landed a solid punch to his face. The impact reverberated through the room, and he crashed onto the table, fear washing over him like a tidal wave. I wasn’t about to let him off the hook easily, not with my girl lying in a hospital bed, barely clinging to life. The image of her pale face haunted me, fueling my rage. I yanked his collar, glaring into his eyes, which were wide with a mix of shock and terror. "I warned you, didn’t I? I told you not to cross the line, especially not with her."The words dripped with venom as I followed up with another punch, this time to his nose. Blood spilled out, painting a stark contrast against his pale skin. The metallic scent filled the air, mingling with the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Thankfully, it was just the two of us in the house; if anyone else had been around, I wouldn’t have cared. I was beyond reason, driven by a primal instinct to protect what was mine.He gasped, "Wha
Olivia pov I gradually open my eyes, feeling a sharp pain in my right hand. As I turn to my side, I notice the nurse is busy filling up a glucose bag. A sleepy moan escapes my lips when I realise David isn’t here. Where could he be? Ugh, he must be crammed into that tiny bed. I let out a sigh and asked the nurse, "When can I go home?" She looks at me and replies with a smile, "Today," before heading out. Great, now I’m stuck here alone. I really need to hit the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, I push myself up. Guess it’s time for a solo trip to the washroom. I grab the nearest lamp that’s sitting by the machines and use all my strength to move. They’ve had me in this cold water for way too long, and I feel like I’m starving. No wonder my legs, hands, and pretty much my whole body feel so numb that I can barely walk. Where’s David? I glance at the door again, but it’s still empty. With another deep breath, I take a step forward, then another, letting out little screams with each ste
Olivia pov I can feel the chill against my skin, my eyes are shut tight, and I’m lying on the bed. I’m not sure where I am, but I guess it’s a hospital since I can hear the machines beeping around me. Slowly, I crack my eyes open and find myself staring at a spinning fan right above me. As I turn my head, I notice needles stuck in my hand, and I’m dressed in a hospital gown. My heart sinks. I try to push myself up but end up collapsing back down. “What are you doing?” a voice calls out. I glance to my side and see David sitting on the couch. He stands up when he sees me, and he looks so different—his eyes are tired, his face is dull, and he seems completely drained, like he’s just existing without really living. With all my strength, I manage to sit up, and he watches me from a distance. Our eyes meet, and we don’t say a word; we just silently communicate how empty we feel without each other. “I love you,” the words slip out before I can stop them. He looks at me, confused. “F
David pov "Take that outside," I said, frowning. "But it's just a wallet." He shook his head at me. "Drop it outside," he replied in a cold tone, making me comply. Rhys had trained his bodyguard well. I set my wallet aside as the guard started checking me again. I waited patiently, eager to get this over with because Olivia's parents and her brother, who is also my childhood friend, had no idea she was missing. It’s not that I don’t want them to know; I’m just too swamped with their so-called drama. That’s why I asked my mom to fill them in, so Andrew could get a sense of what’s going on. Trust me, if anything happens to Olivia, I’m going to take that bastard down hard. "All done," the guard said, leading me to Rhys's office. I walked slowly, taking in the mansion—it was a bit bigger than mine. I was pretty sure there was a basement where they were keeping Olivia. The blue walls with grey shades gave off a really dull vibe. How long do I have to match his slow pace? How long until
Olivia pov The icy water hit me, jolting me awake as I gasped for air, my eyes snapping open to nothing but darkness. Panic surged through me as the memory of what happened flooded back— Fuckk, I’ve been kidnapped. My head throbbed painfully, and my body felt completely numb from the cold water soaking me. I was tied to a wooden chair that reeked of something dead—let’s just say it's an animal, because thinking otherwise would freak me out even more. My mind raced with questions, but no answers came. I could hear faint laughter in the background, and just as I felt myself slipping away again, the lights flickered on, revealing the grim reality of my situation. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, and I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I was in a basement—dimly lit, with a bloody smell and an overall horror vibe, the kind of place where people get tortured or worse. And now it seemed like it was my turn. I spotted three muscular goons who had barged into my house. “L
David pov The sound of my kick echoed through the room as I smashed the door open, sending it crashing onto the marble floor. "Where the hell were you guys when all this went down?" I yelled, my voice booming enough to make my bodyguards flinch. The chaos that greeted me in my own home was a sight I never wanted to see. And Olivia fuckkkkkkk.Furniture was overturned, shattered glass littered the floor, and the air was thick with the stench of fear and desperation. My heart raced as I thought of Olivia—was she safe? The thought of her being with Ryan's crew sent a wave of nausea through me."Sir, we weren't here when it happened. Only four of our guys were, and they're already dead," one of my bodyguards replied, his voice trembling slightly. I could see the fear in his eyes, and it only fueled my anger. I slammed my fist on the nearest table in frustration, the wood splintering under the force of my blow. That’s when I noticed it—a dark, dried stain of blood on the floor that sent
David pov Today has been such a long day. I let out a big yawn as I shut my laptop; it’s already 10 PM, and the office closed an hour ago. Yet, here I am, still stuck in my cubicle working on upcoming projects. James was right; I really need to let others handle their tasks instead of taking everything on myself. Not that my own problems are any less. I glance at my watch again—has Olivia already fallen asleep, or is she waiting for me? Time to head home, I mumble to myself as I stand up. Just as I’m about to leave, my phone rings. I pick it up and see it’s one of my bodyguards. Great, what now? I answer, and he says, “Sir, Amelia is leaving.” I’m instantly confused. “What?” I ask firmly, but he goes silent. “Answer me, damn it!” I shout. Finally, he responds, “Sir, Amelia is sneaking out of the house with all her luggage and some guy.” My confusion turns to shock. This girl… “Where are they?” I demand, anger and fear bubbling up inside me. I know it’s Zayden. “Sir, they’re leavi
Olivia pov I'm at the sink with this plate, the tenth one to wash. It's not even dirty; I'm just going over all the clean ones again to avoid any disasters. "Ugh, damn it!" I yell as I slam the plate down, shattering it into pieces. "Calm down, Olvia, just breathe," I tell myself, but how can I? He did it again! How does he always manage to disappear after we’ve spent hours together? I plop down in the nearest chair, trying to shake it off, but it’s no use. This morning, I wake up and David is nowhere to be found. All I got was a text saying he had to leave for some urgent work. I remember how hard I slammed my phone on the table after reading that. I know I shouldn’t be this upset, but I am. I want him there when I wake up, wrapped in his arms as I open my eyes. Instead, I’m left with an empty bed. I don’t know why I keep expecting more from him. He’s never said he loves me or even cares; it’s just me hoping that maybe this marriage could work. But guess what? I sigh, realising I
David pov The lights were bright, making it hard for me to focus. "So, should we start working on the project?" one of the Group 1 employees asked, prompting a sigh from me as I tried to process his presentation. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed, casting a harsh glare on the glossy presentation slides that flickered on the screen. I rubbed my temples, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on me. "Alright, go ahead with that project, but make sure to get a top celebrity to promote it," I replied, standing up to leave the meeting room. The thought of celebrity endorsements always seemed to add a layer of excitement, but it also meant more pressure. "Sir, what about Group 2? They still have pending projects," my secretary reminded me, causing me to pause and turn back. Her voice was steady, but I could sense the underlying urgency. "Give them a week. If they can't finish their pending projects by then, that's on them," I said as I walked into my office, the door clicking s