OLIVIA'S POV The first time I met Vanessa, she was nothing like I'd expected. Given her history with Dawson and her newfound Involvement in Mr. Chen's deal. I braced myself for someone cold and calculating, maybe even openly hostile, but when she walked into Dawson's office that day, all polished smiles and delicate charm, it caught me off guard."Olivia, right?" Vanessa extended her hand, her eyes shining with warmth, her tone sweet and Friendly. "I've heard so much about you. It's so lovely to finally meet the woman the whole office has been talking about.I hesitated, but only for a second before shaking her hands. “Likewise,” I said, but like her, I read about her in the magazines, managing a polite smile.It was strange I couldn't quite pin down why, but there was something about her presence that felt…calculated. Despite her sweetness, the air between us was thick with unspoken tension. Her words, though pleasant, had an edge to them, as though each sentence was laced with a hi
OLIVIA'S POV The office felt unusually quite when I returned to the next morning. Dawson's warmth from the night before still Lingered in my thoughts, but the world outside Our private buble moved on. I settled into my desk, determined to focus. But a small envelope resting on top of my files quickly Pulled me back into the tangled webs of personal and professional tensions. The handwriting on the envelope was unmistakably Vanessa's. Lunch today?. Let's catch up and talk about how we can work together. Vanessa. I hesitated. Her reaction last time gnawed at me and I knew this invitation wasn't just a casual attempt to bond. Vanessa never did anything without a purpose, still, I needed to confront whatever she had in mind. When I arrived at the chic restaurant she’d suggested, I wasn't surprised to see her already seated at a prime table by the window. Vanessa had an innate ability to command attention without trying, her poised figure framed perfectly by the soft midday sunlight
OLIVIA'S POVDawson's voice came through the phone low and concerned. "what is going on, Olivia? you sound tense." I hesitated, the words lingering on the tip of my tongue. Part of me wanted to brush it off, but the other part knew that something was brewing. Vanessa's words, her not-so-suble digs, and the suspicious she tried to plant in my mind were unsettling. The last thing i wanted was to start doubting Dawsonor let any one's opinion infect what we had. But could I afford to mention it.? "It's just... something feels off." I paused choosing my words carefully. "I had lunch with Vanessa today, she kept hinting that people are talking about us, about how perfect everything looks between us."Dawson was silent for a moments and I could practically see him on the other end of the line, his brows furrowing in thought. "And thats a problem because?”"It's not just the gossip," I said, my frustration creeping, “it's the way she said it. She kept insinuating that people are wondering i
OLIVIA'S POV Sitting across from Emily in our favourite little cafe, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the world pressing down on me. Her Warm hazel eyes studied me, filled with concem. "You look like you haven't slept in days, Liv. What's going on?" Emily asked, sipping her cappuccino. I sighed, running a hand through my hair, "it's Vanessa." Emily's eyebrows shot up in suprise, "What's she up to this time?” “she's been sniffing around a lot lately, she's suspicious about Dawson and I. keeps asking questions, poking holes in our story, as if she knows there's more going on. Emily frowned, leaning in closer. "And you're sure she'd doesn't know about the arrangement?” "She doesn't know," I said quickly, shaking my head. "But she suspects something. I can feel it. Every time I see her,, she's watching me, like she's waiting for me to slip up.” Emily sat back in her chair, her fingers tapping thoughtfully on the table. "sounds like she's trying to figure out if you
OLIVIA'S POV The days after Dawson's return from New York were a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. His absence had left me time to think, to reflect on everything that had happened between us. Yet, when he walked back through the door, it was as if all my questions were silenced, replaced by the undeniable pull I felt towards him.Dawson steppeed inside with a calm confidence, arms full of shopping bags and I was immediately hit with a sense of both relief and confusion. His presence filled the space, making it imposible to ignore how much had changed since this anangement first began.“I got you and Lily a few things." he said, a soft smile touching his lip's as he placed the bags on the table.I blinked in suprise. "You didn't have to.""I wanted to," he responded, his voice gentle but firm. There was no hesitation in his tone. This was Dawson - a man used to getting what he wanted. But this was different. There was a new tenderness in his gestures.Lily came running into th
DAWSON'S POVEvery step I take is a decision I make and every choice I make is based on my inner resolve. But with Olivia, my inner resolve does not rule me anymore; they are emotions fueled by a different force. Upon stepping inside her apartment, there was one thing I could not ignore, the look of uncertainty on her face. Something had changed when I was away, but I could never tell what place the change occupied.The perspective that I carried in my mind while buying gifts for Olivia and Lily was that the barrier that appears to have been created since my departure would be less so after their use. Truth be told, I never considered such material acts as practical, rather, it was the only way I felt would assist in explaining to her that I was thinking about them both.The moment I presented the stuffed lion to Lily, I was filled with glee and an unmistakable smile washed over my face. There was something so naive and innocent about it. She had no grasp of the complicated world occu
OLIVIA'S POV As I sat down in the corner of my office, the morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting a soft glow over the polished desk. It was one of those rare mornings when everything felt calm, almost serene. For a brief moment, I allowed myself to enjoy the quiet, the kind that only arrived before the hustle and bustle of the day took over. Yet, as I began to review the financial report for the Chen project, the calmness started to evaporate.The Chen project was one of the company’s more significant undertakings, a long-term construction deal involving hundreds of thousands of dollars funnelled into various suppliers, contracts, and resource allocation. I took pride in knowing every detail of each project I worked on, especially one as high-profile as this. It was one of the qualities that Dawson valued in me. My attention to detail was impeccable, and my instinct for spotting issues was nearly unmatched.Yet, as I scanned the columns of numbers, a feeling tu
OLIVIA'S POVI woke up to the soft, familiar sound of the city. The distant hum of traffic, the muffled chatter of pedestrians below, and a faint beeping of my alarm clock, my constant reminder that another day was starting, and I had to face it, whether I was ready or not.I pushed the covers aside and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. The room. dimly lit by the early morning light, seeping in through the curtain. I turned my head to see Lily, my five Years daughter still asleep On the side of the bed, her delicate face was partially hidden under the blanket, her breathing shallow but steady, seeing her look this way always tugged at my heart, She looked So Peaceful, yet I knew the battle she fought daily.Quietly, I slipped Out of bed and Padded to the kitchenette. I started making breakfast, Oatmeal, the same every morning. As I stirred the pot. I couldn't help but d think of how different our lives had become since Lily's diagnosis. I glanced at the clock. I had to hurry if I was g