Leonard’s Point of ViewThe last thing a man expects after a long, exhausting day at work is to come home to two women tearing each other apart over him.But here I was.Again.“Elena. Olivia.” I ran a hand down my face, my patience hanging by a thread. “What on earth is wrong with you both? What the hell is going on here?”It was always something. If I left them alone for even a second, it was like they couldn’t breathe without wanting to rip each other apart.Before Olivia could speak, Elena moved first.As if on cue.Her small hands clutched my shirt, trembling slightly, her head ducked, tears falling like she had just been through a war.“Oh, Leo, you’re here,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she sniffled.I sighed. Here we go.“I didn’t mean to upset her,” she continued, stammering, her voice soft, weak, delicate.She burrowed herself into my chest, shaking slightly as I instinctively brought a hand up to stroke her hair.“I was just….” she sniffled, her fingers curling into
Olivia’s Point of ViewI took a shaky breath, my chest rising and falling as I stared up at my husband, the man I had loved for so long, the man I had given everything to.And yet, I had nothing left. I lifted my hands, cupping his face gently, my fingers trembling against his skin. My vision blurred with unshed tears, my throat tightening as I looked into his eyes.“Oh, my dear Leonard. My dear husband.” My voice was barely above a whisper, heavy with pain. “How much I love you. But I can’t anymore. I am doing this. I am done, Leonard.”His breath hitched, his hands tightening around my wrists, holding me in place, as if he could stop me from leaving. As if I wasn’t already gone.“Can’t you see it?” My voice wavered as I searched his face, begging him to understand. “The love you show her? It’s in your actions, Leonard. It’s always been there.”He shook his head quickly, his grip firm, but I continued.“If we were both at gunpoint, you would pick her. I know it. Your actions have al
Olivia’s Point of View“How? How in God’s name are you owing someone one million dollars?” My voice cracked as I clutched the phone, my hands shaking so violently I could barely hold it. My entire body was trembling, my heart hammering against my ribs like it was trying to escape. “Father… how? What did you do with that much money?”I was already sinking, my knees giving out as I collapsed onto the floor. My breathing was shallow, my vision blurred. A million dollars. It wasn’t a small debt. It wasn’t something I could fix with my savings, or even a miracle. It was too much. Too damn much.My father’s broken sobs filled the line. “Olivia… my daughter… please, forgive me,” he choked out. “I….I used the money for gambling.”I froze. My fingers tightened around the phone as nausea surged in my stomach. No. No, this can’t be real.“What?!” My voice shot up, raw and strangled.“I just…..I just thought I could win more.” His breath was uneven, each word coming out like it hurt. “I never
Olivia’s Point of ViewLeonard’s fingers moved swiftly over his phone as he recalled the number. I could barely breathe as the call connected. My hands trembled, my chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths.A gruff voice answered almost immediately. “Time’s ticking, Leonard Crawford, What’s it gonna be?”I felt the air leave my lungs. My knees nearly buckled, and before I could stop myself, a broken sob ripped from my throat.“No! Please,” I begged, gripping the edge of Leonard’s sleeve. My voice was raw, desperate. “Don’t kill him! I will do anything. Please!”Leonard didn’t even glance at me. His jaw flexed, his grip on the phone tight, but his voice….oh God, his voice….was pure steel. It was terrifying, cold and sharp all at once. “Enough with the threats,” he said, his tone unwavering. “I’ll pay off the debt.”I gasped, my lips parting as I looked at him, wide-eyed. Just like that. He said it like it was nothing. Like one million dollars meant nothing to him.Silenc
Olivia’s POVDamn. It had been so long since I allowed him to touch me, not because I didn’t want to, but because of everything that had been going on in our lives. But now… now I couldn’t hold back anymore.Oh, I missed his touch. His lips on my skin. The way he worshipped my body like he was born to ruin me.Yes, I knew I was pregnant, but I also knew Leonard wasn’t rough, even though I have not told him about the child yet.. I knew everything would be fine. I stood there, bare, vulnerable, my heart hammering against my ribs as he devoured me with his eyes. His jaw flexed, his entire body wound tight like a predator about to pounce.His voice came low and filled with hunger. “Come here.”I swallowed hard, but I obeyed. My feet moved before my mind could process it, and then, God, I was in his arms, his strong, warm hands gripping my waist, pulling me flush against him.A sharp breath left me as his lips ghosted over the shell of my ear. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for thi
Olivia’s POVMy body still ached, a slow, deep throb between my thighs, marking every place Leonard had claimed me. I shifted slightly, feeling the soreness in my muscles, the overwhelming presence of him still lingering on my skin.A low hum rumbled beside me.“Morning, my beautiful wife. I know you had a good night's rest ,” Leonard murmured, his voice thick with sleep and satisfaction.I tried to slip out from under his arm, but he moved faster, gripping my waist and pulling me back against him. His bare chest pressed against my back, solid and warm.“Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured against my ear. His lips barely grazed my skin, his breath sending shivers down my spine.I swallowed hard, refusing to react. “Away from you.”He chuckled, deep and rich. “That’s cute, sweetheart.”I shoved at his arm, but he barely budged, only tightening his hold around me.“You weren’t saying that last night,” he teased, his fingers trailing up my thigh beneath the sheets. “In fact, if
Olivia’s POV I yanked the closet door open, pretending like I wasn’t flushed, like my lips weren’t still tingling from Leonard’s kiss. I needed to get dressed. To get away. Away from him… from whatever this was turning into. But the moment I reached for my robe, I felt him. That familiar heat. That shift in the air. “Don’t,” I warned without turning around. He yanked me back like he was done pretending, slamming the closet door shut behind me and caging me against it. His body pressed into mine, hard and hot, and I felt it, every inch of him, ready, throbbing. “You really think you can walk away after that little stunt?” he growled, his voice like gravel and sex. I smirked, even as my pulse pounded between my legs. “Watch me.” His hand slid up the back of my thigh, under the shirt I was barely wearing. His touch was fire, hot, possessive, brutal in how much I needed it. “No panties?” he whispered, dragging his fingers between my legs. “Fuck, Olivia…” I gasped, m
Leonard’s Point of View. The second time I came inside my wife that morning left me a little too smug for my own good. Olivia’s moans were still etched into my memory, her scent lingering on my skin. I hadn’t planned on going another round, but the way she’d looked at me after mocking Elena? I couldn’t help myself.But now I had to deal with her.I dragged a hand through my hair, buttoning the top of my shirt as I walked into the living room, already dreading the conversation. Elena sat stiffly on the edge of the couch, her cane resting against her leg, her fingers clenched so tight in her lap they’d gone pale.“Elena.”“I didn’t like what you did. What you did this morning was very disrespectful Elena and that I would not take from you”She flinched.“You didn’t knock. You just barged into the room..my bedroom, as if you belonged there. As if Olivia wasn’t right beside me in my bed.” I took a step forward, my tone low and hard. “You came in uninvited, asking for me, demanding some
Olivia’s POV“He’s giving me my eyes back. From you.”These words were consuming my thoughts as I pressed the heel of my hand against my chest like I could stop the ache there. Like pressure might make it go away.I heard their voices in the foyer.Elena’s light and delicate. Leonard’s deep and warm.I wanted to scream. Rip something off the wall. Shake him. Make him see what I’d just been through. What she just did.Instead, I walked forward like I was fine. Like I wasn’t about to come apart at the seams.Elena sat by the door, legs crossed neatly, her cane resting gently against the bench. She looked angelic. Calm. Dressed in soft blues and whites like she was heading to heaven. Her hands were folded in her lap.Like she hadn’t spit poison into my soul less than thirty minutes ago.Leonard stood near the front door, fixing the collar of his jacket. He looked up when he saw me.“Hey.” He smiled. “Everything okay?”No.I nodded. Too fast. My voice was thin. “Yeah. Just tired.”He look
Olivia’s POV I was just trying to surprise him.Leonard had left early that morning, quiet, soft, like he didn’t want to wake me. He kissed my cheek gently, lingering just long enough to make me believe the moment meant something. Then he was gone, leaving behind the scent of his cologne. So I decided I’d make him lunch.His favorite, homemade pasta with sun-dried tomatoes, garlic, and cream. Something warm. Something that said, I’m here. I’m yours. We’re okay.I was humming to myself as I padded barefoot down the hallway, still in my robe, the fabric brushing my legs. My phone sat in my pocket. One hand cradled my abdomen without thinking. It had become second nature. A quiet, instinctive gesture. Protective.I turned the corner toward the pantry, already thinking about the spices. And stopped.She was there.Elena.Standing just outside the guest room, her cane resting lightly against the floor. Perfectly still. Like a statue. Like she’d been waiting.Her head turned slightly, li
Olivia’s POVThe sheets still clung to my skin, warm and tangled around my legs like his touch hadn’t left me. My breath had evened out, but my heart hadn’t slowed. It still beat with the rhythm of what we’d just done… of him… of us.“Jesus,” I whispered, blinking up at the ceiling. “I love that man.”The words slipped out before I could catch them, but they didn’t scare me. Not this time.Because for once… it didn’t feel like I was loving someone who had forgotten me.He remembered.“I didn’t think I’d ever get this moment,” I whispered, blinking slowly as I stared at nothing. “I didn’t think he’d come back to me. That we’d ever be this close again.”My voice trembled.“I hated him, you know,” I murmured. “God, I hated him so much for what he did… for how he made me feel like I was nothing. Like I was just a substitute. An accident he regretted.”I pressed my hand over my heart, breathing through the sting in my throat.“But I still loved him. Even when I didn’t want to. Even when it
Leonard’s POVShe had turned to leave, her cane tapping slowly toward the hall, when she suddenly stopped. Her back stiffened, and her head turned slightly in my direction.Her voice was quiet. Almost broken.But before I go…” Elena said, her back still turned, her fingers clenching around her cane. “I’d like to ask you something.”I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My heart was already pounding like a warning drum in my chest.She turned slightly, just enough to tilt her pale, sightless face toward me. Her brows were tight. Her lips quivered.“When am I getting my eyes back from Olivia?”Silence collapsed over the room. And for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.She wasn’t crying. Not yet. But there was something far worse behind her voice, exhaustion. That deep, soul-suffocating kind that makes your bones feel like they’ve aged decades.“Elena…” My throat tightened around her name.“I’m not trying to be cruel,” she said, her voice trembling like a cracked violin string. “I’m not trying to
Leonard’s Point of View. The second time I came inside my wife that morning left me a little too smug for my own good. Olivia’s moans were still etched into my memory, her scent lingering on my skin. I hadn’t planned on going another round, but the way she’d looked at me after mocking Elena? I couldn’t help myself.But now I had to deal with her.I dragged a hand through my hair, buttoning the top of my shirt as I walked into the living room, already dreading the conversation. Elena sat stiffly on the edge of the couch, her cane resting against her leg, her fingers clenched so tight in her lap they’d gone pale.“Elena.”“I didn’t like what you did. What you did this morning was very disrespectful Elena and that I would not take from you”She flinched.“You didn’t knock. You just barged into the room..my bedroom, as if you belonged there. As if Olivia wasn’t right beside me in my bed.” I took a step forward, my tone low and hard. “You came in uninvited, asking for me, demanding some
Olivia’s POV I yanked the closet door open, pretending like I wasn’t flushed, like my lips weren’t still tingling from Leonard’s kiss. I needed to get dressed. To get away. Away from him… from whatever this was turning into. But the moment I reached for my robe, I felt him. That familiar heat. That shift in the air. “Don’t,” I warned without turning around. He yanked me back like he was done pretending, slamming the closet door shut behind me and caging me against it. His body pressed into mine, hard and hot, and I felt it, every inch of him, ready, throbbing. “You really think you can walk away after that little stunt?” he growled, his voice like gravel and sex. I smirked, even as my pulse pounded between my legs. “Watch me.” His hand slid up the back of my thigh, under the shirt I was barely wearing. His touch was fire, hot, possessive, brutal in how much I needed it. “No panties?” he whispered, dragging his fingers between my legs. “Fuck, Olivia…” I gasped, m
Olivia’s POVMy body still ached, a slow, deep throb between my thighs, marking every place Leonard had claimed me. I shifted slightly, feeling the soreness in my muscles, the overwhelming presence of him still lingering on my skin.A low hum rumbled beside me.“Morning, my beautiful wife. I know you had a good night's rest ,” Leonard murmured, his voice thick with sleep and satisfaction.I tried to slip out from under his arm, but he moved faster, gripping my waist and pulling me back against him. His bare chest pressed against my back, solid and warm.“Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured against my ear. His lips barely grazed my skin, his breath sending shivers down my spine.I swallowed hard, refusing to react. “Away from you.”He chuckled, deep and rich. “That’s cute, sweetheart.”I shoved at his arm, but he barely budged, only tightening his hold around me.“You weren’t saying that last night,” he teased, his fingers trailing up my thigh beneath the sheets. “In fact, if
Olivia’s POVDamn. It had been so long since I allowed him to touch me, not because I didn’t want to, but because of everything that had been going on in our lives. But now… now I couldn’t hold back anymore.Oh, I missed his touch. His lips on my skin. The way he worshipped my body like he was born to ruin me.Yes, I knew I was pregnant, but I also knew Leonard wasn’t rough, even though I have not told him about the child yet.. I knew everything would be fine. I stood there, bare, vulnerable, my heart hammering against my ribs as he devoured me with his eyes. His jaw flexed, his entire body wound tight like a predator about to pounce.His voice came low and filled with hunger. “Come here.”I swallowed hard, but I obeyed. My feet moved before my mind could process it, and then, God, I was in his arms, his strong, warm hands gripping my waist, pulling me flush against him.A sharp breath left me as his lips ghosted over the shell of my ear. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for thi
Olivia’s Point of ViewLeonard’s fingers moved swiftly over his phone as he recalled the number. I could barely breathe as the call connected. My hands trembled, my chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths.A gruff voice answered almost immediately. “Time’s ticking, Leonard Crawford, What’s it gonna be?”I felt the air leave my lungs. My knees nearly buckled, and before I could stop myself, a broken sob ripped from my throat.“No! Please,” I begged, gripping the edge of Leonard’s sleeve. My voice was raw, desperate. “Don’t kill him! I will do anything. Please!”Leonard didn’t even glance at me. His jaw flexed, his grip on the phone tight, but his voice….oh God, his voice….was pure steel. It was terrifying, cold and sharp all at once. “Enough with the threats,” he said, his tone unwavering. “I’ll pay off the debt.”I gasped, my lips parting as I looked at him, wide-eyed. Just like that. He said it like it was nothing. Like one million dollars meant nothing to him.Silenc