Olivia's POV
The following morning. I walked into Dawson’s Office with my heart in my throat. I was greeted by the familiar polished Interor, an expanse of dark word, soft leather Chairs, and an impressive view of the city Skyline. It was a room that screamed power and authority, much like the man who occupied it. Dawson Sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his expression undreadable as he flipped through a stack of files. He looked up when I entered, his piercing blue eyes locking into mine. "Good morning. Ms Cadell,” he said, his voice calm and steady, betraying no emotion. "Good morning, Mr. Pierce," I replied, trying to keep my voice as neutral as possible, though my nerves were frayed. The reality of What I was about to do Weighed heavily on me. “please, have Seat," he gestured to the chair opposite his desk, As I sat down, he pushed a thick folder across the table towards me. "This is the Contract,” he simply stated. "It Outline the Terms and Condition of our agreement." I took a deep breath and opened the folder, my eyes scanning the pages filled with legal jargon. The words seemed to blur together, but l forced myself to focus, knowing how crucial It was to understand every detail. Dawson waited patiently, his gaze unwavering, as I flipped through the documents. After a few moments of silence, he began to Speak "The term are straightforward," he explained. "we will remain married for a minimum of one Year, during which time You will fulfill all the public and private duties expected of a wife. This Includes attending social events, family gatherings, and Public appearances as necessary." I nodded, my mind racing to keep up with the Information. "And in return?! I asked, my voice Steadier than I felt. "In return," he continued "I will provide financial compensation for your participation. This Includes covering all of Your daughter's medical expenses, as well as generous Monthly allowance for the duration of our agreement." My heart fluttered at the mention of Lily. The thought of her being taking care of, of Finally being able to give her the best possible care was almost too much to bear. But there was more, I needed to know all the conditions. “What about Personal boundaries and living arrangements,” I asked, trying to maintain professional tone. Dawson's lips curled into a slight Smile, a rare expression for him. "our marriage will be in name only." There will be no expectation of physical Intimacy, unless, of Course both parties agree otherwise. I swallowed, a mix of relief and something else I Coudri't quite Identify washing over me. "And what happens at the end of the year?” “At the end of the Year," he said, leaning back his chair, “we will reassess the situation. If the merger is secured and ,nvestors satisfied, we file for an annulment. You usted be free to walk away, with all financial obligations met in Fulll." I considered his words carefuly. It seemed simple enough a clear-cut deal with defined terms. But there was still a Part of me that hesitated, that questioned the sanity of What I was about to do. "Why me?" I asked suddenly, the question slipping out before I could stop its "why not choose Someone else? Someone who is mkre… suitable for this kind of arrangement?" Dawson's expression soften ever so slightly. "Because, Olivia, you are the one person I trust to Keep this arrangement strictly business. You have no ulterior motives, no hidden agenda. You understand the Importance of decretion and professionalism... that is why I choose you. I couldn't argue with that. He was right. I had no ulterior motives, no hidden agenda. All I wanted was to Provide for my claughter. I glanced down at the contract again, weighing the options in my mind. “I understand,” I said finally, Looking up to meet his eyes. "very well if you're ready, we can sign the Contract now and head to count for our marriage licence.” He pulled a pen from his desk drawer and handed to me. I hesitated for only a moment before taking it, my hands trembling slightly as I signed my name on the dotted line on both documents. Dawson followed suit his Signature bold and confident beside mine. "It is done" he said, leaning back in his chair. "Welcome to the family, future Mrs Pierce" I nodded, feeling a strange mix of emotions, relief, anxiety and a touch of excitement, "What happens now?" I asked. "Now," Dawson replied "let make the engagement look as real as possible. We'll need to start planning our public appearances, our story, and how we'll present ourselves to the world." He stood up and walked around the desk, Stopping just in front of me. "Are you ready for this, Olivia?" He asked his voice low and serious. I looked up at him, my heart pounding in my Chest. "Yes" I said, my voice barely more than a whisper "I'm ready." “Good," he said, a faint smile playing at the Conners of his mouth. Then let's get started. As I left his office, the weight of what I had Just agreed to began to sink in. I was now Olivia Pierce, wife of Dawson Pierce, billionaire CEO, it was a role I never imagined I would play, a life I never thought I would live. But for lily, I would do anything, even marry a stranger. XXX I sat at my kitchen table that evening, staring at the contract in front of me. I’d brought it home to read over it once more, to make sure I fully understood what I had signed up for. Dawson had been true to his word, every detail was laid out clearly, every term spelled out in black and white. But even with everything in writing, I couldn’t shake the feeling of uncertainty. This was my life we were talking about, my future, and Lily’s. And now, it was tied to a man I barely knew, a man whose motives I still didn’t fully understand. I sighed and leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes for a moment. I had made my decision. Now, I had to live with it. My phone buzzed on the table, and I glanced at the screen to see a text from Dawson.Dawson: "Our first public appearance is thus Friday, Our client is hosting a charity gala this friday and we're expected to be there as a couple” he said, I stared at the message for a moment, then typed a quick reply. Me: “Understood.” I put the phone down and looked at the contract again. This was it, the start of my new life as Olivia Pierce. I just hoped I was ready for whatever lay ahead.OLIVIA'S POV The day after the contract, I was still trying to wrap my head around everything when my phone buzzed, a message lighting up the screen. I opened it, and my heart Skipped a beat as I read the words: "Come to my office. We need the discuss something.” the message was from Dawson, and despite its formal tone, it made my stomach flutter, I quickly grabbed my things and headed to his office, my mind racing with questions. why did he want to see me? What was so Important? When I reached his office door; I paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and knocked. "Come in" Dawson's deep voice called from inside. I stepped in, finding him Sitting behind his sleek mahogany desk, his eyes locked on his Computer screen. As soon as he saw me, he leaned back in his chair, his gaze shifting to meet mine. "Sit down, Olivia," he said motioning to the chair across from him. I Sat, feeling the weight of his gaze as he watched me. “Mr. Chen, the Investor, is hosting a Charity gala
OLIVIA'S POV The morning after dinner felt heavier than it should have. I woke up with the memory of the kiss still fresh in my mind, my heart racing in a way I hadn't experienced in Years. Dawson had been nothing but considerate, but that kiss.... complicated things in ways I hadn't anticipated. I shook my head, trying to shake off the lingering feeling. This was a business arrangement, I had to keep my head straight. Lily's having her check-up today, the one that would determine when she could begin the blood Infusion. The doctor had been optimistic, but I could never shake the fear that sat heavy in my chest. What if something went wrong? "Mommy, Can I wear the pink dress today!" Lily's voice broke through my thoughts, her bright blue eyes Peering up at me from the foot of the bed. Even with everything going on, she still had a sparkle in her eyes. “Of course, Sweetheart," I said, brushing a stay curl away from her forehead. "You can wear whatever you like." She beamed,
Olivia's POVThe soft click of my heels against the pavement echoed in the quiet night as I stepped out of the car. The gala, Vanessa's sudden reappearance that still rattle me: Vanessa, was now wrapped up in Mr. Chen's business dealings. I had expected tension tonight, but not the palpable sense of rivary Vanessa seemed to carry with her like a Weapon,ateast thingsI'veheard fromthe officesincei started work at Pierce Enterprises. Shaking off the thought,I unlocked the door to my apartment, stepping inside to the comforting hum of the refrigerator and the faint lullaby coming from Lily's room. Emily had texted earlier that everything was fine and that Lily was resting, but a wave of guilt still washed over me. I hated missing evening's with my daughter, no matter how important my work feltThe apprtment was dim, save for the soft glow of the nightlight in the hallway. As I passed the couch, I noticed Emily, fast asleep under a blanket, a small smile tugged at my lips. she'd been my
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
OLIVIA'S POV Every year the company's host a charity gala, and this year's one was here keeping everyone on the other hand who has gone back home to prepare for the gala. I, on the other hand, was still knee deep in my investigation. The document needed to be signed for final approval and I was yet to let Dawson sign it. I had this feeling deep in my gut like he was about to be in the middle of all this shit happening. But I had to leave and go if I was planning on going to the gala.This year's gala was held at one of the finest hotel in New Orleans. Dawson had to send his driver to take since he was to be there earlier to do some business deals. As I entered the enormous hall, which was designed with gleaming light and tables decorated with beautiful floral clothing, and the chandelier dangling like it was about to descend and smash on the floor, only a glance would convince one how important this gala was to the company. Tonight was an opportunity to relax and perhaps let down my
OLIVIA'S POV I woke up the following morning feeling depressed, still burdened by the notes and figures I had collected during the previous few days. I was relieved and even more convinced that I couldn't ignore this any longer after Emily's visit. There was a limit to how much I could learn without drawing suspicion if I continued my investigation alone. I needed help,someone with access and the knowledge to spot these anomalies as much as I had.And there was only one person I could trust with this. Dawson.The thought of bringing this to him left me nervous. We had a wonderful thing going, both personally and professionally, and I didn't want to upset the balance we'd achieved. But I also knew Dawson was extremely committed to the company, and if there was foul play, he'd want to be part in uncovering the truth. After getting ready and gathering all of my notes, I walked to the office, carrying the small file of paperwork near to me. Every glance down the hallway, every heel clic
OLIVIA'S POVThe next morning, My typically neat desk was covered in document, spreadsheets, and the Chen project’s financial reports, continuing from where I stopped last time.By light of early morning sun that streamed through all the windows up to the ceiling one would say that the room was bathed in a gentle light, however it did little to comfort my shoulders at that moment.I tapped my pen against the desk, furrowed in concentration,the soft knock on the door distracted me from my deep thoughts. I looked up, a bit surprised to see Emily with two cups of coffee and a gentle smile on her face."Hey, Liv," Emily said, shutting the door behind her.Her eyes were bright with warmth, a welcome sight in the midst of all the stress I had been under. "Thought you might need some caffeine."I managed a tired smile, a flicker of relief washing over me at the sight of my best friend. "Em, what are you doing here? I thought you were swamped with your own workload."Emily shrugged, crossing t
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
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 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
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 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 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