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‘He’s giving me his card to go shopping?! Why the heck would he do that?’ I gawked at the card in his hand. “I said this is for your shopping. You can spend as much money as you like.” Dante held it closer to my face, urging me to take it. “I know what you said but I’m sorry. I can’t accept this.” I refused and gently pushed his hand away. “Why?” He tilted his head to the side. “Do you want me to transfer the money to your account instead? How much do you need?” ‘No, I don’t want you to transfer anything to my account because I don’t want you to pay. You don’t just give anybody a card with unlimited money to go shopping for themselves. We might be friends, but this is just too much.’ I wanted to say. I swore the man just enjoyed lavishing his money on me. I couldn’t begin to count all the expensive gifts I had received from him. I thought those were bad, but this was just the peak of it all. “I have my own money to do my own shopping; that’s why.” My lips pressed into a thin line
“So Dante gave you a snazzy car and a cute chauffer to take you wherever you want! Damn Olivia, you are living my dream life.”That was the first thing Alice said the moment she slid into the back seat of the car with me. Ken had stopped me at her house to pick her up before we went to the mall. I get why she was fussy over the car because the first time I saw it, when Dante had shown it to me that it was the car I was going to use for any of my outings, I was surprised. It was small yet impressive, and it totally looked expensive. Of course, I tried to turn it down, but he insisted I used it and won my agreement.“And it looks even better on the inside. So luxurious. I suddenly feel so expensive. Like I’m worth a million dollars. Shi.t, Olivia, are you sure you’re not yet fu.cking this man?” She giggled, and I rolled my eyes. As always, she was still heck bent on me getting into a relationship with Dante.“No, I’m not. Dante and I relationship is completely platonic.” I gave the same
“I suspected something like this would happen, and I hoped you would use your head, but I should have known better. Do you seriously think Dante would fall in love with you? Is that what the love talk was about? Because he asked you to be his date to the gala you think there might be a slight chance that he has a crush on you or something. Shi.t, you’re more delulu than I thought. He taking you as a mistress, or fu.ck buddy or friend with benefit is something I could see happening, but falling in love with you? Whatever you’re smoking is really strong.”Alice’s gaze were harsh and judgmental and I shrank into the soft leather chair. I felt like a silly, stupid girl who was scolded by her mother for acting like a fool in public. I just wanted to hide under my blanket, away from the conversation we were having.“Listen and listen well, Olivia. I’m talking to you as your best friend. He’s on a whole different level from you. You’re not worth a bit of his attention. So get your head out o
I picked up the skirt and top I had worn to the store and put them back on. The whole idea of shopping was no longer as thrilling as it was before. I just wanted to call it a day, go home, and forget everything that had happened. Stacking the clothes I had taken to try on in my arms, the pink, sparkling dress caught my eye, as if begging me to buy it, and I gave it a sad smile. I loved it, but I was no longer in the mood for new clothes.*Beep beep*My phone rang from my purse that I had almost forgotten at a corner of the changing room, and I picked it up, adjusting the clothes to my left hand and bringing out the device with my right.A new message notification was shown on the screen, and my lips lifted to a tiny smile. It was Dante.‘Perfect timing.’ I stepped out of the small cubicle, found somewhere to sit, and opened the message.•Hello. I hope I’m not interrupting your shopping or whatever you’re doing now.No, not really cus I’m about to head home.So soon? I thought yo
Time seemed to move in slow motion as panic exploded around like a bomb.There was screaming, there was running, there was fear. The whole packing lot was thrown into a frenzy; people scampered to hide themselves from being hit. I just stood, frozen in my spot despite the uproar; my breathing was ragged, as if I were afraid that even just breathing would cause another bullet to fly.My wide eyes lifted to the direction I thought I heard the gunshot from and met a tall, lanky man dressed in black from head to toe, standing in like an angel of death in the middle of the chaos, unfazed by it. His steel gaze was locked on me, as scary as the gun pointed my way.*Bang bang*Two more shots were fired, and I didn’t need to turn to know two bullets were racing towards me with only one intent: to kill me. The first time I was shot at my former apartment, Dante said my attacker had only meant to scare me, but deep down, I knew this time, the situation was different. They didn’t want to give me
“No!” I gasped. My eyes shot open, and I jerked into a sitting position on the bed. My chest rose and fell, struggling to take in enough oxygen to calm down my rattled nerves. I brushed my forehead with the back of my hand, wiping the droplets of sweat that had formed there.“It was just a nightmare, Olly.” I whispered, wrapping my arms around my trembling body and rocking myself back and forth.“Think happy thoughts. Think good, happy thoughts.” I closed my eyes, filling my head with cute bunnies and kittens, sunshine, rainbows, my sons, Dante…Memories of the nightmare struck, and my mind was hunted by gunshots and blood—lots of blood. It was first the scene of Ken being shot over and over, again and again. Then it changed to Dante, Liam, Michael, and Nathan, sprawled on the ground, unconscious, bleeding from bullet holes in their backs, dying…“No! No! No!” I screamed, shaking my head as if the horrible image would disappear if I shook it hard enough. “It’s just a bad dream. None o
“Um… so what’s the time?” I blurted, not knowing how to say the things on my mind. It was at the tip of my tongue, begging to go out but I felt like going straight to the point just didn’t seem right. I couldn’t just blurt out 'hey, sorry your driver almost got killed. It’s my fault because I didn’t tell you your ex-girl friend sent me threatening message about killing me and our sons.’ It sounded too cringy in my head and I was certain it would sound more cringy when I said it. “Four minutes past two,” Dante said, showing me his phone, and my lips curled into a small smile at his lock screen. It was a picture of us— our sons, he and me. A big, happy family that wouldn’t be that way for long if I kept keeping secrets. “So I blacked out for almost ten hours.” I thought aloud, starting at the shining chandelier hanging from the ceiling. “Yes, and I was so worried about you. Your skin was cold and pale, and your breathing was shallow. I was scared something had happened to you. The do
“What do you mean?” Dante tilted his head to the side.“Since you knew about the note, I was wondering what else you knew that I was hiding from you. I doubt there’s any thing you say that can surprise me again.” I replied.If he knew about the attack and the paper, there was a chance that he knew some of the things I was supposedly hiding from him, and I wanted to know them before I told him anything else.I wondered if he knew about the threatening messages Laura sent to me, but I doubted it. He seemed so shocked when I mentioned it earlier, and there was no way he could fake that reaction.“Well, I did know about the hate comments on your social media.” He pointed out and crinkled his nose like he smelled something disgusting. “Laura’s fans are really mindless pawns.”“I don’t blame them. They only know what the media and Laura fed them—not the full story, after all. To them, I’m just a golddigger who seduced you and made you end things with their beloved celebrity.” I shrugged, no
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‘Mum, Dad, I did it. I made our dream come true.’ I smiled as I sat at my table; my gaze swept through the room and pride washed over me. I finally did it; I finally realised my parents’ and my dreams. I opened my own restaurant. Regal Haven was having her grand opening ceremony, and from the look on everyone’s face, they were enjoying the party. Soft, classy music on the piano and harp strummed through the air, giving the room not only a sophisticated aura but also setting a relaxing mood. It went perfectly well with the theme of the restaurant: Victorian-era style with a modern twist, made to feel elegant but not too stuffy and up tight. The reviews of the foods I had gotten from a few of the guests I had talked to as I strolled around was all praise about how wonderful they were. I knew a minority view wouldn’t match against the populace, but from how hearty and chatty everyone else was, it was safe to conclude they thought so too. Regal Haven was having the most perfect openi
My eyes flickered open, squinting at the sudden change from darkness to white light. The smell of antiseptics and other irritating chemicals hit my nose, and I scrunched my face. It was a dead give away that I was in the hospital. That, and the vital sign monitor and drip I saw from the corner of my gaze connected to my wrist. A dull ache trembled through my body, not unbearable but still uncomfortable to deal with, but hey, I was alive. ‘What happened? The last thing I remember was Alice pointing a gun at Dante, me jumping to save him, then a sharp pain and darkness… Wait, was I shot?’ I slowly lifted my hand, which felt like it weighed a lot more than it was supposed to and slid it under the cosy duvet I was covered with. It ran across my side, where I felt a little bit of pain and discomfort. Through the light fabric of my hospital dress, my fingers glided against the bandage, and I hissed at the sharp sting that jolted through me. Yup, I was shot. Alice had tried to kill Dant
“So, I changed my approach. I played the role of a sweet, supportive best friend, no matter how disgusted I was about it, and I wormed my way into your parents’ hearts. They were jolly fools like you, and they accepted me into their open arms. For years, I kept my façade perfectly, though I caused little issue on the side—not much to make you suspect me but enough to trouble you. I’m sure you remember some of them. Those mean letters you found in your locker. Messing up your science projects and homework… Ah, good old days.” Alice sighed; a small, soft smile was on her lips, and her eyes had a faraway look, like she was reminiscing about happy memories. I glared at her, utterly disgusted. They were definitely not good times for me. Those letters said really hurtful things, like body-shaming me about my height, my acne, and how dumb I was. I was depressed about that thing and felt worse that the culprit always found a way to not be caught. Who knew she was sitting down by my side, supp
“What!” The word fell from my mouth as a breathless whisper, and my brows furrowed. I would have thought she was joking if anger and malice weren’t burning in her eyes.“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, you bi.tch.” Alice snarled, tightening the grip on my hair, and I yelped.“But… I… I don’t…” I winced at the searing pain running through my scalp.I honestly didn’t know what she was talking about. When did I ever have everything she wanted? Never; that was when. The conversation was supposed to be the other way around. I was the one who was supposed to be jealous that she had everything I ever wanted because she did. All the times I had known her, she had always had better, nicer stuff than me.Her parents weren’t super rich, but they had a lot more money than mine. She could afford nice clothes, and shoes, and literally anything she wanted that was considered a luxury for me. She was prettier than me; ten guys would have looked her way in admiration before one e
‘I’m hallucinating. That’s it. I’m having a fricken hallucination right now. The drug they used to knock me out is making my brain wonky and think cray cray stuff. I might even still be sleeping, and my overthinking, worried brain came up with this wacko dream. Wake up, Olly. It’s time to return to reality.’ I told myself, taking in deep breaths to steady my uneven breathing. But the stinging pain on my cheek and that of the rope binding my hands and legs behind me, was stronger than any imagination I wanted to force myself to believe. It was real. Everything. Alice had slapped me and laughed—no, not laughed—cackled like a witch, and said that she had always wanted to do that. Alice, my best friend. It was like she was a completely different person. “I-I don’t… I don’t u-understand.” I breathed. Though my voice trembled, I continued. “W-why did you do that? Why did y-you say that?” “Dee, could you give us some time alone? We need to have a little girl-to-girl talk.” Alice threw a s
“This isn’t fricken happening! Sheep! Sheep! Sheep!” I hissed under my breath and sat up straight. My eyes raked over the picture, as if it would disappear, and the whole thing would be a figment of my imagination.‘Darn it, I was fricken careless; now Alice is caught in a mess she doesn’t know anything about.’•Leave her out of this. This is against you and I, it has nothing to do with herI typed and hit send. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t fricken believe it. Laura got Alice. That sneaky bish. I should have known, since she couldn’t harm me or my sons, that she would go to the only other person I cared so much about in LA. My fricken best friend.you answered earlier than I expected no fair. I wanted to have a little fun with hermy guys think she’s beautiful, and I wanted them to have some fun with her every ten minutes, I don’t receive a reply from youOh well there’s always next time•Let her go your problem is with me not her•What the heck do you wantI squirmed in
“W-what do you mean?” The lady stuttered and took a step back. “Exactly. What do you mean, Dante?” I frowned, not understanding his animosity towards an innocent, frightened girl. “I mean exactly what I said, Olivia.” He replied, but his brutal gaze was still on her. “Who sent you to give her this drink?” “It’s her job, Dante. She said I was picked to try a new brand of champagne, just like some of the other guests. Nothing else.” I explained to him, hoping it would calm him down and maybe he would also help her. “And you need to hear what she said about her boss. I think he’s treating his staff inhumanely.” “I heard a good amount of what she told you, but you see, Olivia, the story she was spewing is a complete lie. There’s nothing like a sample test of a new brand of champagne going on at this event, nor is her boss as wicked as she paints him. And if everything she says is a lie, then why exactly is she trying to make you take the drink? Unless…” Dante sneered at her, and I gas
Oh sheep! This was happening. I was standing before the father of the woman who wanted to ruin my life. Never had I thought I would run into him, but he was standing before me, right in the flesh. My eyes took a quick sweep of him, surprised by how he looked. He was nothing like I had pictured when he came to mind. I had always imagined a tall, broody, mafia-don-looking man; he was the opposite. He was a few inches shorter than me—and I was already short—with a bald head that the light bounced off. He had almost no similarities with his daughter apart from their eyes, and I almost doubted he was actually her father. Laura was a beauty queen, while he was just ordinary. “I’ve told you to call me father or papa instead of Mr. Kingsley. You almost got married to my daughter.” He gripped Dante’s hand and shook it so hard that I feared he was going to pop it. “But I didn’t marry your daughter, so I don’t have to call you that, Mr. Kingsley.” Dante put emphasis on his name, but the older