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OLIVER My stomach churned with a tight ache as my vision blurred and the world seemed to spin. I shook my head every once in a while as the headache only intensified and the bile that threatened to push through my throat only grew stronger. Strong arm gripped me from the side with an arm around my waist for support. "What was it this time?" Victor asked with a grunt as if fed up from my actions. It was the damn cookie. The old man was too paranoid for his own good. "Have a seat," he grunted as he helped me seat while I clawed at my tie to get the tight thing off my neck. I felt like I was suffocating and the room was too hot. "Hurry," or might actually die from food poisoning after spilling out my guts. I tensed when I felt the sharp needle break into my arm and the cold contents shoot into my blood. The antidote would need a few minutes to work so I laid back on the couch in my office, trying to control my pants. "Shit! Jesus Christ, Oliver! You're not to taste a single thing f
OLIVER "I can't do it.” I strode across my office and took a painkiller from one of the drawers. Dwelling on the past would only bring about a headache. Call me a coward but I could never bring myself to tell Rebecca the truth of what happened that night and what happened to her parents. She would never forgive me. "Didn't you say you didn't want her forgiveness?" Victor poked at my wounds, ignoring my glare as I swallowed the pill and poured myself whiskey. "That's a bad combination-" he gave up when I drank it regardless. "It'd be easier if she remembers by herself," after all, I confessed to her the night before it all went down. The look of horror on her face still plagued my mind and when she walked away silently, I heard my heart break. I couldn't bring myself to relive that moment. Not now when she's suffered a great deal and now it felt as though she had to suffer again for her own wealth. The cars and the houses I put in her name were all bought with her father's laid fo
OLIVER "Rebecca!" I slammed my fist on the door again when I got no reply and my thoughts ran the craziest scenarios in my head. What if she jumped out the window or hung herself in retaliation? Shit! I never should've let her be by herself in the first place. My heart drummed in fear and panic as I continued to hit the door, attracting one of the bodyguards who had rushed up the stairs. "Get me something to break this with-" The door suddenly unlocked and it opened a bit where I could see her displeased face and deadpan eyes. "Jeez! Stop it, will you? I've been asleep all day." She sounded tired and although she looked the part, she had no idea the panic she just put me through. "Come out of there, right now!" I demanded. "No, I'm tired. I can't leave the house anyway so let me stay here--" "You haven't eaten anything all day. It's almost 1p.m. are you trying to kill yourself?" "I can't go out, I can't go to work, I can't live on my own. I can't do anything thanks to you an
OLIVER She takes some time to recover from the shock as if I had dropped a bomb and I used that time to move back and forth grabbing the onion from the counter and a knife. I chopped them as she remained frozen and once I placed the pot on the fire and poured the oil, I broke the silence. "A penny for your thoughts, love?" The frown that settled on her face was so sudden, I could swear it would give her a headache. "Is this how much you hate me?" She whispers with concern and I'm suddenly on alert. Didn't she hear what I said? I was offering her a job in my company as a- "Your grandfather already hates me for God-knows- what and you're planning on giving me a position in his company?" In your company, love. It's your company and while I'm in charge, yes I can do whatever the fuck I want with it untill I control the board and kick him out as fucking chairman. "It's not as bad as you think. We may send the man to an early grave but he's already halfway there anyway." Again, she
OLIVER Have I ever wondered what would happen once the five years was over and she learned the truth, maybe she pushed me away and I was in New York starting my life over? Yes. Did my thoughts wander to her starting a family with a man who truly loved her and wasn't clouded by guilt and maybe a child or two to keep her company? Yes. Did those thoughts ever sit well with me? Heck no! I even labelled the thoughts "my demon" and would rather blast loud music in my ears just to have something else to listen to than the consequences of my actions. As much as I claim not to deserve being by her side, her words are infuriating as I think of someone else possibly 'replacing'- "Take that back," I glared at her from across the table and she suddenly tensed up. "Rebecca!" "Don't scream at me!" And just like that, she was yelling back but my expression doesn't change nor do I move from my spot. She quieted down after a while, shifting uncomfortably on her seat. "Jeez, Oliver! Don't look at
OLIVER She ate in silence once I was done with her lunch and her stomach growled fiercely. "Don't ever starve yourself again," I warned but she ignored and simply stuffed her face with food. I pulled off the apron and sat next to her, watching her eat with a content smile on my face. She gulped down her food so fast, I pushed a cup of water her way. She accepted with narrowed eyes, still fuming in anger at me. Her hair fell over her shoulders when she leaned forward and I rubbed my fingers as I imagined helping her with it but she wouldn't want me touching her. It had taken a lot not to fuck her on the dinning table and spread her out like she lunch. "Stop staring at me," she grumbled. My phone rang in my pants and I took it out to see it was Victor. Did he finally get the document I needed? "What?" I turned the other way as I answered the phone. "I see…" well she wouldn't like to hear this but she brought it upon herself. "How did that get out again?" "Hotel staff. It can't be
REBECCA "So you two are back together?" Tania asked with a wince in her tone after we picked her up at her house. "Not exactly," no one else knew about the contract besides me, Oliver and now his grandfather who was suddenly trying to get rid of me. I still found that hard to believe and just wanted to take it that Oliver was trying to scare me into staying put. I mean, the man offered me a huge sum-- which I lost-- to leave his son. Sure, I wasn't gone yet but he didn't exactly tell me when to leave. "I'm done with him, he won't just let me go." "Well damn, Rebecca. You've scored yourself one obsessed man. If he wasn't a billionaire, things would have been easy but he's so rich, he can find you anywhere you go," she spelled out my problems so quickly. "I heard you re-signed." "There's no need to work when I can't go out-" she grabbed my hands, giving me a little squeeze. "Why don't you..." She glanced at the bodyguard who was driving and lowered her voice. "Police." "Won't w
REBECCA The ride back home was thick and heavy with silence as I stole glances at Oliver who was pinching the bridge of his nose, vein popping at the side of his head as he clenched his jaw and had his eyes closed. His knuckles were red and bruised hard enough from all the punch and I was still terrified from the beast he had turned into back there. It happened so fast. He was smashing the guy's head on the hard floor with menacing eyes that said he wanted to end his life there and then. People gathered and had their phones out, recording as he displayed a side of him I had never seen but had always feared. He grabbed the terrified man by his collar after dropping the camera that hung around his neck. He stepped on it, destroying it and stomped over it again and again. "Don't you ever put your hands on her ever again." My heart was yet to remain still from the scene stuck in my head. He was overreacting because of me? That didn't make any sense. That- that-- OhmyGod! I snapped