Olivia ~•~I stood in the kitchen, staring at my phone, my eyes burning with unshed tears. Alexander claimed he’d be back in New York, first thing in the morning. And he’d stop by my house to talk to me. But all I could see were photos of him and Tricia, plastered across the internet - smiling and posing for the cameras as they arrived at the airport together.The headline screamed at their arrival, but it was the image of them at the side that made my stomach churn. I could feel the familiar sting of betrayal creeping into my chest again, twisting the knife deeper. He was supposed to be here, having a serious conversation with me, not having a photo-op with her. I let out an unbelievable scoff and dropped my phone on the counter. I wiped my eyes, angry at myself for caring too much. This wasn’t supposed to hurt like this. I had promised myself I wouldn’t let him get under my skin again. But I was angry and disappointed all over again. I needed to get past this. I needed to move
Olivia ~•~My heart raced as I walked towards the house, my palms growing sweaty with each step. Finally, I stood at the door, my hands hovering around the doorbell. I didn’t understand why I was nervous. If anyone was meant to be nervous, it was meant to be Alexander. I was the victim here. I took a deep breath and calmed myself before unlocking the door. My legs felt heavy and uncoordinated as I walked inside the house. Alexander was sitting on the couch in the living room. I took another deep breath, trying to steady my voice but it still came out shaky as I greeted Alexander. “Hey, hi.” I couldn’t even look him in the face. The only thing I could think of was how he had hurt me because of the same person. TWICE! Alexander stood up from the couch and moved closer to me. “Olivia, why are you avoiding eye contact with me?” He asked, his voice low. “Do you hate me so much that you can’t even look at me?” There was a hint of guilt and regret in his voice. I let out a wistful sig
Olivia ~•~The roar of the jet ski engine drowned out everything else as I held the handlebars tighter, speeding across the waves. Maya clung to me, her laughter echoing as we flew over the water. “Wooooo!” Maya yelled, throwing her arms up as we hit another wave, water splashing in all directions. “This is insane!” I screamed over the roar of the engine, a wide grin plastered across my face. For the first time in ages, I felt alive, like nothing could touch me. “Faster!” Maya screamed, laughing as she wrapped her arms tighter around my waist. “Show me what you’ve got, Liv.” I smiled as I leaned forward, pushing the throttle harder. We cut through the waves, our hair flying widely in the wind. We zigzagged through the open sea, occasionally dodging boats and other jet skiers. Every turn felt exhilarating like it was a moment of pure escape. “Holy crap, this is the best!” Maya shouted as she laughed uncontrollably. I couldn’t stop grinning, the adrenaline coursing through my ve
Olivia ~•~“Not today!” I muttered to myself and swiped away from her message. I traveled to Miami to forget about all the New York shenanigans. I didn’t want to entertain anything from anybody. Sandra and I weren’t friends so I didn’t owe her any conversation. If she wanted to speak to someone urgently, she should talk to whoever her new friends were. She should speak to the people who she hasn’t betrayed. Shoving the thoughts about Sandra away from my mind, I dialed my mother's number. I wanted to check up on them to see if they were good. I waited impatiently as the phone rang. My mother was barely with her phone, so sometimes she missed my calls. But I was hoping she would answer because after seeing that text from Sandra, I really wanted to speak to them to make sure everyone was okay. My mother didn’t answer the phone but that didn’t stop me from calling multiple times. The outcome was still the same and I was about to give up but I decided to try one last time. Fortunat
Olivia ~•~“What’s wrong?” I asked Maya. “The purpose of this trip was to get away from them. But I guess that is impossible.” Maya complained as she slumped down on the couch. I understood her frustration but I was also curious to hear what Sandra wanted to talk to me about. It was unusual and unexpected and I couldn’t wait to hear what it was about. “I’m not letting her ruin the evening. I’ll call her after dinner.” I said but Maya wasn’t impressed by my words. If it was up to her, my phone would have been turned off until the end of the trip. “I just hope she doesn’t cause any problems that would make this trip short,” Maya grumbled. “By the way, our ride is here.” She added before standing up from the couch and making her way to the door.I silently trailed behind her and the walk to the car was awkwardly silent. But I couldn’t continue like that throughout the night, so I had to address the issue as we settled into the car. “Maya, I can’t control what other people do. It’s
Olivia ~•~As he led me to the bar, I couldn’t help but wonder what he wanted to speak to me about. I was a stranger in Miami and I didn’t have any business with anybody there. When we reached the bar, he pulled out one of the stools for me to sit. “Please be fast, I was waiting for my food,” I said to him as I climbed the stool. He chuckled. “I couldn’t resist speaking to such a beautiful woman. But sure, I’ll be fast.” He responded and I didn’t miss his thick Russian accent. I had no idea how I missed it the first time he spoke. His charm was effortless but I wasn’t in the mood for any sort of flattery. “What do you want?” I asked, cutting straight to the point. What did a Russian man want to do with me? His expression shifted and he leaned closer to me. “I’m sorry for intruding but I would love to be your friend. Maybe you could even give me your phone number.” “I’m not from here, I only came here for a vacation.” The man nodded. “I know. Same here as well.” He said. “Forg
Olivia ~•~Sandra hesitated for a while before speaking, her voice cracking slightly. “Alexander discovered the truth!” My heart skipped a bit and my mind raced with different thoughts. But when I realized I had no shared secret with Sandra that I was scared of getting out, I let out a relieved sigh and straightened my posture. “Alexander discovered what truth?” I asked with a confused expression registered on my face. “What are you talking about and how does it concern me?” There was a long pause on Sandra’s end before she finally continued speaking. “He found out the truth about Jason.” She added, her voice shaking. I was still confused. I had no idea what she was even talking about. She sounded so scared and guilty. “Calm down, Sandra,” I spoke in a soft voice. “Explain to me what you mean.” There was a long pause, and I could hear her breathing, shallow and uneven. When she spoke again, her voice was even shakier. “Jason isn’t Alexander’s son.” For a moment, I couldn’t sp
Alexander Burke ~•~I stared at Jason while he was lying on the hospital bed. I felt so devastated but I felt worse for him. How could he have a liar as a mother? I was so aggravated and my mind raced with a million questions. Why did she do something as deceptive as this? Why did she always make bad decisions? Why did she choose me to lie to and manipulate? A surge of anger coursed through my veins but I decided to stay calm for Jason’s sake. Even though I turned out not to be his biological father, I was already attached to him and still cared for him. But Sandra, on the other hand, I despised her. She lied to me for many years and was still going to keep up with her lie until eternity if I didn’t have to donate my blood to Jason. The nurse who did the DNA analysis during the blood testing was a lifesaver. When Sandra accused me of being Jason’s father, I shouldn’t have trusted her. Instead, I could have conducted a DNA test. All these years, I have been deceived and lied to.