Liam's POV That look! I muttered in my heart as I watched him approach. My heart filled with countless thoughts of the past; flashes of memories that I couldn't piece together in my subconscious. My gaze widened, searching for a possible connection. I felt downcast that I still couldn't figure out who he truly resembled from my past. He looked familiar yet vastly different, I must say. The more I tried to wrap my head around it, the more frustrated I became. After a moment of reflective brainstorming, I gave up. Maybe he wasn't the same as I had known him before, I assured myself. My gaze darted to my surroundings, the sun shining intensely on my skin, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Stay away from them. I won't warn you again. Otherwise, you'll leave me with no choice but to stop you my own way," his voice surged, still familiar to me. His face contorted as he turned to Olivia, holding her affectionately by the arms, his gaze scanning her from head to toe. "Hope he didn't hu
I broke free, but she remained numb, disregarding my words. When her thumb pressed against my lower part, I saw Olivia. Only she could do that whenever we made love. My heart swirled, and I mustered the last of my strength and consciousness to hold her close to me; my craving, her longing, for more and more, thrusting harder and harder, her moans filling my heart with intense joy until I finally drifted off to sleep, lying on top of her... ***** The creaking sound of the alarm clock at the head of my bed rang in my ears, and I groaned softly, feeling completely weak. A sharp pain shot through my head, causing me to wince. Slowly, I opened my eyes, the bright light from the window beaming into them. I blinked repeatedly, rubbing my temples. Why do I feel so weak? And why is my head throbbing so much? I muttered to myself, trying to sit upright in bed. My eyes stung as I struggled to ease my discomfort. I had never suffered from headaches as severe as this. I turned my gaze t
Olivia’s POV I woke up earlier, feeling completely worn out by yesterday's events. My rage took over a greater part of my being, overshadowing the moment of joy I had anticipated.I practically ignored Jumia's explanation and walked up to my room to clear my head. He was just a child. I had warned him to stay away from that stranger, but he chose to be comfortable in his arms, even accepting gifts from him.Liam's intentions were never good, I could feel it from the very first day he came for dinner at my house. Such nerve.I called the principal immediately after I got home to place a strict restriction and even threatened to file a report against the school. Her response left me speechless throughout the night. Sleep was far from my eyes, which flustered bright all through the night.I moved toward the nightstand to take some pills to ease my sleeplessness, an illness that could surge at any time. It had been ages since I had such illness, all thanks to Liam, I muttered in my heart
James POVI continued thrusting until our moans filled the space, and I slowly reeled off her, cherishing the intimate moment we had just shared.It’s been a long time since I waited for this day. She’s practically all mine; my life, my everything."Did you enjoy it?" I asked. She winced, closing her eyes partially, shying away. My face coiled in laughter."You don't need to be shy," I teased, and she blushed. "The wedding is in a week's time. I'm all yours, and you are mine," I expressed, feeling elated. She fixed her gaze on me, took the duvet, partially covered her face, and turned toward the nightstand."Ahh! It's late already. I need to go freshen up. Jumia should be awake by now," she said abruptly, hurriedly grabbing a part of the duvet to cover herself, rising from the bed and heading to the washroom.I watched her move, a smile forming at the corner of my lips when she almost tripped while trying to wrap herself up."Easy," I teased, and she turned, giving me a silly gaze be
Olivia’s POV "What's the issue, love?" His concerned voice surged, but my heart was numb, and my breath quickened drastically. I stood still, feeling utterly broken inside. How was it possible? No! This can't be true, it certainly isn't. I groaned within, trying to wrap my head around the distressing call I just got moments ago. Everything seemed to fade away gradually, and I couldn't just pick at the point. What was going on? The more I thought about the call, the more my heart bled and the deeper my pain grew. I felt as if a thousand claps of thunder were raging in my chest. I couldn't believe everything Becky had just said; I needed to check for myself. I hurried out of bed and straight to the closet to change into something else. Every one of James’ concerns hit me hard, but even more real was the shock and pain of the news I had just received. "Babe, what's the issue? Why are you suddenly so calm? I can tell something isn’t right. Can you please tell me what's happening
I heard James’s voice and lifted my head to meet his dreadful gaze as he stepped out of his car, approaching. He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans; the same ones he had worn at home before I left. So he had practically followed me here?“What are you doing here?” He yells, approaching.“I have the right to be wherever I please at any given time. You have no right whatsoever to order me around,” Liam snapped, and I flinched. I had never seen this side of him resurface since my return, which would have been interesting if I hadn't just experienced the greatest shock and pain of my life today. Otherwise, I would have called him out for being nothing more than a pretender trying to force his way back into our lives. Showing fake affections and concerns.James stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Liam for a moment before he dipped his hands into his pant pockets. I stood still, lost for words, unsure of what to say or do. I wasn’t ready for any more pain, but at that moment, I wanted James to
Liam’s POVI sat at the back of the car as the cops drove. My heart was filled with so much rage and pain; the pain of having Olivia suffer all because of my past wrongs.My thoughts drifted to fifteen years ago when we were still in high school. Those days used to be my days of superiority as the son and heir of one of the richest families in New York.Fifteen Years Ago“Guys, he is coming,” Andrew announced, already getting up on his feet and moving out of his seat.“Let's go,” I signaled to Peter, my right-hand man and the only one so close to me.We moved to stand in the doorway of the class just in time as he was walking in.“Get out of my way,” he said, bowing his head low in fear, his voice wavering.“Or what?” I interjected, pushing him so hard that he fell to the floor, his hands curled over his face.“Class, look at who we have today,” I mocked, and the whole class burst into laughter while he remained on the floor, sobbing loudly, tears in his eyes.I had disliked him with
“Olivia?” I blurted out abruptly, unable to hide the shock in my expression at the words he had just spoken.“Yes, Olivia,” Mum cut in, her tone unyielding and cool.“How sure are you that she's the one behind it all?” I asked, unsure how to process the situation. Olivia would never do that; or so I thought.“Do you see how incompetent you are? You've just been given the information you so desperately wanted, and now you still ask questions?” Dad barked, his voice raised.“Dad, let him be. He wouldn't believe it without evidence. Besides, he still blames me,” Dominic asserted. I held back my urge to bark back at him, my hands already forming fists. It was Olivia they were talking about, no one else.“You need to believe all of this, son. I know I never truly liked her from the beginning, but this,” she stretched the words, “just confirms it all,” she snapped, confident in her speech.“May I see the evidence you have to prove it all?” I asked, still unsure of the information I had just
I decided to give him a call to book me a nice place to rest my head for the night. Picking up my phone, I realized it was off, which was unusual. I turned it on, only to receive numerous voicemail messages and redirected calls. ID: Olivia… I gasped, feeling unease as I played the voice messages. My heart clung to a tiny strand of hope that it wasn't over yet. I just couldn't stand losing her now; just as I couldn't stand the thought of Nina trying to ruin my image, and now, my mom's threat. Everything lingered in my heart as I finally gathered the strength to make the call. ***** It was still early when I arrived in New York, driving through the quiet hours of the morning so I could meet my schedule. First, I had to visit her. I arrived at her building exactly at seven a.m. I knew they were still preparing for work and school. That was the perfect time to come over. Taking a deep breath, I stretched out my muscles, they felt sore from the long drive and the previous day's e
James POV I drove into the compound about three hours later, my entire body sore from the long drive.Taking a deep breath and holding my wrist, my hands trailed down to my ankle, massaging the aching spot.Pain coursed through my body. It had been a long drive, and I had to do it alone this time.I yanked my neck to release the lingering tension, my heart still unsteady.After a long wait in the car, I finally stepped out. It was already getting late.The evening breeze blew past, carrying a bittersweet sensation; its gentle touch soothing, yet unable to erase the pain within me.“Son, I'm right here,” I heard Mum's voice from the first floor. I lifted my gaze to meet hers.“Alright, Mum,” I replied, moving into the mansion.My mind was already set on what I needed to do.Soon, I was up on the balcony where Mum sat, her legs crossed. A small side stool beside her held a glass cup, half-filled with orange-colored juice. A magazine lay on her lap, its pages flipping under her fingers.
Olivia's POV He had such an amazing personality, with a way of getting to my heart. Somehow, I felt I would have forgiven him immediately.But I didn’t want my decisions to be based on mere gifts, I wanted them to come from my heart. Infidelity was something I despised deeply. It reminded me of my past wounds.It wasn’t his fault, after all.I glanced at the necklace. Its sparkles lit up my heart. My chest filled with excitement, and I blinked repeatedly, placing a hand over my chest, feeling blessed.The door creaked open, drawing my attention. My gaze shifted toward Becky as she approached.Her urgency and the curious expression in her eyes as she stared at the tablet she held caught my attention."Ma’am, you won’t believe what’s in the news right now," she blurted, bending down to show me the screen.A sudden hot sting shot through my body."James Smith, the billionaire and CEO of Stanbic Group of Companies, denied any involvement in the tragic incident that happened to his suppos
“I certainly don't know what this is all about,” I replied, already turning to move away from the cameras, but something happened.“We have proof to support our claims. You arranged the incident that led to his predicament,” a lady's voice surged from the crowd.My heart quickened. What proof was she talking about?I tried to ignore it, but the stunned gazes from my staff caught my attention, drilling into my heart.I turned toward the cameras. “I certainly don't have a hand whatsoever in his predicament. I just didn't like his closeness to my fiance, that's all,” I addressed, feeling increasingly drained inside.Hot sweat swirled on my forehead.“Then what about the phone calls? How do you explain them?” That same voice asked again.I narrowed my gaze into the crowd, trying to grasp the identity of this person attempting to ruin me, but I couldn't figure out who she was.The eagerness of the media personnel, the cameras all focusing on me, fighting to be the first to capture my react
James POV I flinched at her inquiry."She's just a friend from my past who wouldn't let go. She came over and seduced me. At that point, I didn't know what got over me," I replied, my gaze fixed on her."I'm so sorry. No amount of words could mend your broken heart or undo what I’ve done. Please, just find it in your heart to forgive me," I pleaded yet again."Why haven't you told me about her all these years?" she asked, her gaze locked on mine."That's because I thought I had successfully put her behind me, but I never knew she would come back," I replied defiantly.My gaze remained on her for a while before she looked away.I stayed crouched, lifting the parcel I had gotten for her."This isn't a bribe or a way of buying myself back into your heart; it's a gift of my love for you. It is boundless," I asserted, stretching the parcel toward her.She held her gaze on the gift for a while before looking away.My heart quickened. I just wanted her to forgive me. ‘I am so sorry,’ I mutt
Olivia's POV My hands were placed on my cheeks as I reflected about the encounters I had gone through at their hands.They asked for an immediate transfer once he was awake, and it hurt me deeply that they never appreciated my efforts. But I gave in to their demands.What hurt me most was the fact that he didn't recognize me or anyone else except his mom.It damn well hurts.I swallowed hard, my gaze fixed on the door as it creaked open, revealing Doctor Kaley.He had been on leave for a week, and the wait for his return had worn me down the most. He was one of the best in the neurosurgical field and had extensive knowledge when it came to his area of expertise.All research proved inadequate."Have a good day, ma’am," he greeted, and I reciprocate the gesture, motioning for him to sit."The patient from the previous surgery seems to be suffering from severe amnesia," I said as soon as he sat down.He smiled a little, then lifted his head to meet my gaze. "That’s what I meant by 'wor
Liam's POV Darkness!Everything became numb. No sign of life. The air around me thickened. I couldn't understand what was happening. Everything seemed faded.The noise around me increased. I tried to open my eyes, but they were so damn heavy.“What's happening?” I asked myself.My entire body felt numb; I could barely lift a finger. I tried, and just then, one finger moved. Then another. Finally, my palm.The noises around me grew louder, a slight surge of pain coursing from my head down to my toes.I tried to blink, to open my eyes, but my eyelids quivered. Then, I finally managed to open one eye. A sudden, consuming brightness nearly blinded me, forcing me to shut it quickly.It was too bright.Brighter than I could handle.I absorbed the light and slowly opened my eyes again, adjusting to the brightness.As my vision cleared, I took in my surroundings. A white ceiling stretched above me. My gaze drifted toward the source of the noise, but suddenly, everything fell silent.A woma
“Please, can you let me in?” His voice was soft and cold, its coolness almost sinking into my heart as always.I shook my head vigorously. “Get the heck out of this place now!” I barked yet again, moving over to my bed and collapsing onto it.His pleas, words, and excuses all drowned in my unconscious state. I pressed my hands against my ears, my head buried in the pillows…******Few days laterI slowly opened my eyes, my body weak beneath the duvet. I tried to lift myself, but I fell back hard against the bed.Three days, yet it hadn’t been easy letting go of the pain. It was too much. I hissed, rolling onto my side.I held my hands to my face, yawned, and glanced toward the window.Shocked, I snapped my head toward the clock, which hung perfectly on the nightstand.I gasped, forcing my body up despite the lingering weakness. Hurrying through my morning routine, I freshened up and soon found myself in the living room.“Cutie,” I called out. “Mum’s waiting for you,” I added, putting
My ears pressed against the door of the room, my heart racing as curiosity surged through me. I gasped, wondering who the hell was defiling such a large working atmosphere as this.The whimpers continued. Soft and wild groans filling the air.They broke through my resolve, unexpectedly filling me with bitterness.A desire to break through this door.As I pressed my ear closer, leaning against the door, my entire body froze. My hands clutched at my chest, and the heavy beats of my heart echoed in my ears.I reached up, covering my mouth with one hand to stifle my gasp.“What?” I screamed aloud, unable to hold back my words.I was certain, that was his voice when he spoke.“You’re enjoying it, right?”That voice couldn’t be mistaken. It was certainly his.I fought the compelling urge to run; to flee as fast as my legs could carry me. My instincts screamed at me, but I struggled against the storm of emotions swirling inside me, my heart aching with hurt and betrayal.Still, I remained ro