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 The vibrant lights, booming music, and the wild crowd at the club are just not my scene. I let out a sigh as I step outside, realising it's already 10 pm and I'm still stuck here. I didn't even want to come to this club, but my friend forced me to attend her birthday party without mentioning it would turn into a stripper party. Now I'm trapped here with no way to get home and no cabs available in my area. To top it off, my so-called friends are ignoring me, leaving me stranded. I glance at my phone in the silence, realising I have no other choice. I dial a number and hold the phone to my ear as the person on the other end answers, "Hello, who is this?" I roll my eyes and reply, "Cut the act, you already know it's me." He chuckles , "Why did you call me, Olivia? Did you do something bad?" Hearing him I scoff, "I'm not you brother who always gets into trouble and makes our dad angry." He pauses for a moment before growing, "Listen, please come and pick me up. I'm sending y
Olivia povThe rich aroma enveloped me as I shut my eyes, trying to ignore the headache. The elegant paintings on the walls and the beautiful furniture made my house feel more like a museum than a home. Such a luxurious vibe, right? Or should I say, a pretentious one? I picked up my soup spoon and glanced at my father, dressed in a white shirt and a dark black coat, looking like a guard in this scorching hot weather. It's just psycho behaviour. I took a sip of my soup and it truly sucks. I glanced at James, who had the same expression as me. "Olivia, grab your spoon properly," my dad said, making me secretly roll my eyes. "How's your job going?" my mom asked, making me smile. "Good, I really enjoy it," lie. The job sucks more than this soup. "Well, do you have a boyfriend or something?" my dad asked, and upon hearing him, I sighed. Here we go again. Sorry to say, but my dad is obsessed with money and will do anything for show. He just wants me to find the richest boyfriend so he ca
David pov“Mr. David, I just got a call from Mr. Williams' assistant, he is coming back in a month.” My assistant Kain informed me on the updates. "Stay in contact with him until we crack the deal, all right." I ordered him as he nodded."Also Mr. David, you have a few meetings in your schedule today. Would you like me to inform you?" He questioned making me frown my brows. "No, not today I have something more important to do. Cancel all my meetings and postpone them until tomorrow." I said at which he nodded.“Also, get me the info on Andrew Donovan. Get in the depth and find anything you can from the finest details.” He looked confused and wanted to ask about it but he didn't have enough courage to do so. Well his confusion isn't wrong either, I have never postponed or cancelled my meetings maybe once or twice. But most of the time I prefer to keep myself busy at work. Anyways it's better than going to parties and kissing others asses for favour. That's the reason I am now one of
Olivia pov “Your father told me to bring you home immediately,” my driver said, making me roll my eyes in frustration. This is the second time he has sent a driver to my office. First, when we have to go to some of the richest parties, he sends a driver to pick me up. knowing very well that I am at work. And now here, he sends him again when I am busy with my client.“ Tell him I am busy” I said, making the driver look at me."Donovan, sir, said it's urgent, and he does not want to listen to any excuse,“ he said nervously, making my brow frown. Ah, I can't even shout at him, he is just doing his duty. I sigh, knowing what he will do if I don't come, so I quietly sit in the car as the driver starts the car.Soon we will reach it. I am really boiling in anger. I have to tell him he can't send a driver whenever he wants to. I can't hold my clients. This only makes my reputation as a psychiatrist go down. The car stops making me get out of the car. As I slam the car door in anger, I am g