LISA'S POVAs I stepped into my hotel room, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Finally, I could escape the tension that had been building up all day. I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, letting out a deep sigh. My eyes scanned the room, taking in the plush carpet, the soft glow of the table lamps, and the inviting bed. I kicked off my heels and padded across the floor, feeling the softness of the carpet beneath my feet.I flopped down onto the bed, swinging my legs up onto the duvet. The softness enveloped me, and I let out a contented sigh. But as I lay there, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Andre and his girlfriend were still out there, watching me. I sat up, my heart racing, and scanned the room again. But I was alone.I tried to focus on my breathing, to calm myself down. But my mind kept wandering back to Andre's words. What did he know about Leo? And why was he so determined to sabotage my plans?I threw off the duvet and got out of bed, pacing across the
LISA'S POV I let out a deep breath and dropped my hands to my sides, feeling a sense of defeat wash over me. "Liam, I'm sorry. I was wrong to try to make you do something you didn't want to do. I know you're just trying to help me, and I appreciate that."Liam's expression softened, and he nodded. "It's okay, Lisa. I understand what you're going through. But let's just focus on finding a way to deal with Andre that doesn't involve using me as a prop, okay?"I nodded, feeling a pang of guilt. I had been planning on using Liam all along, even if he didn't know it. I had wanted him to pretend to be my boyfriend, to make Andre jealous. But now, I felt ashamed of myself."Let me go get us some wine," I said, trying to change the subject. "I could use a drink."Liam nodded, and I got up from the couch, walking over to the mini-bar in the corner of the room. I opened it and scanned the selection, my eyes landing on a bottle of red wine. I reached for it, but as I did, my hand slipped and th
LISA'S POV Andre's girlfriend was like a wild animal, jumping up and down, her eyes blazing with fury. She made a sudden move, slapping me across the face with a loud crack. I felt a surge of pain and shock, my cheek stinging from the impact. I held up my cheek, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes."You crazy bitch!" I shouted, my anger boiling over. "You think you can just hit me and get away with it?"I launched myself at her, determined to fight back. We clashed, our hands pulling at each other's hair, our nails scratching at each other's skin. We stumbled around the room, knocking over chairs and tables, our clothes getting torn and ripped.Andre and Liam rushed to separate us, but we were like two wildcats, hissing and spitting at each other. We fought hard, our bodies tangled together, our faces red with rage."Let me go!" I shouted, trying to wriggle free from Andre's grasp. "I'll show her who's boss!""No way," Andre said, holding me tight. "You're not going to hurt her,
LISA'S POV As we entered the hotel room, Liam made his way to the couch, his movements quiet and reserved. I watched him, feeling a pang of guilt for the way I had treated him earlier. I knew I had used him, and I knew he deserved better."Here, Liam," I said, grabbing a mattress from the closet. "Take this. You can't sleep on the couch without a blanket."Liam looked up at me, his eyes expressionless. "Thanks, Lisa," he said, his voice flat.I handed him the mattress, and he took it, his movements economical. He spread it out on the couch, his eyes never meeting mine."Goodnight, Lisa," he said, turning away from me.I nodded, feeling a sense of awkwardness. "Goodnight, Liam."I turned and made my way to the bed, my heart racing with thoughts of Andre and our earlier confrontation. I couldn't shake the feeling of anger and betrayal that had been building inside me all night.As I lay in bed, I couldn't sleep. My mind was racing with thoughts of revenge, of ways to make Andre pay for
LISA'S POV I sank into the warm bathwater, I felt the tension in my muscles begin to ease. The events of the past 24 hours had left me feeling drained, both physically and emotionally. I closed my eyes, letting the water work its magic, and began to think about everything that had happened.Liam's face kept popping into my mind. The way he had stood up to Leo, the way he had looked at me with such concern and care. I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for using him like I had. He deserved so much better than to be dragged into my drama.After my bath, I got dressed and ready to go. Liam was waiting for me in the car, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. We didn't say much as he drove me to the house, the silence between us comfortable.When we arrived, Liam turned to me and said, "I'm not going to come in with you, Lisa. I think I've had enough drama for one day."I nodded, understanding. "Yeah, that's probably for the best."Liam smiled wryly. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"I nod
LISA'S POV I expected a barrage of questions and lectures from my parents. But instead, they barely looked at me, their faces exhausted and resigned. The tension in the air was palpable, but it wasn't the usual anger and frustration I was used to. It was something else, something that looked almost like... apathy.We ate in silence, the only sound the clinking of silverware on plates. I couldn't believe it. Had they finally given up on me? Were they so tired of my drama and issues that they just didn't care anymore?Just as I was starting to relax, the doorbell rang. The help, Maria, got up to answer it, and I heard a murmur of voices in the hallway.Then, Maria appeared in the doorway with Leo behind her. My heart skipped a beat as our eyes met, and I felt a rush of emotions I couldn't quite process."Leo, what are you doing here?" my father asked gruffly, his voice dripping with disapproval."I came to see Lisa," Leo replied, his eyes never leaving mine.My father scowled. "I don't
LISA'S POV As I stepped into the house, the soft creak of the door seemed to echo through my weary soul. I felt like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, each step a laborious effort to escape the drama that had been unfolding outside. The warm glow of the hallway lights enveloped me, a gentle embrace that seemed to whisper, "You're safe now."I trudged through the foyer, my eyes fixed on the plush carpet beneath my feet, as if willing myself to leave the turmoil behind. The soft rustle of my clothes seemed amplified in the silence, a reminder that I was still tethered to reality.My gaze drifted up to the mirror hanging on the wall, and for a moment, I was taken aback by my own reflection. Dark circles under my eyes seemed to bore into my skin like bruises, a testament to the sleepless nights and worry-filled days. My skin looked pale, almost translucent, as if the very life was being drained from me.With a deep sigh, I began to climb the stairs, each step a slow
LISA'S POV I settled onto my bed, surrounded by the familiar comforts of my room. My bag was packed, and I was ready for the trip to Leo's grandmother's place. But my mind was still reeling from the conversation with my parents. Their indifference stung, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of being alone in this charade.Just as I was starting to drift into a restless sleep, my phone rang, shrill in the silence. I hesitated, my hand hovering over the receiver. The number was unfamiliar, and I wondered if it was work-related. With a sigh, I picked up, expecting a dull conversation about sales reports or marketing strategies.But instead, Marcus's voice dripped with sarcasm, his words laced with a mocking tone. "Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to answer. I was starting to think you'd forgotten about the trip tomorrow."I rolled my eyes, a familiar irritation creeping up my spine. Marcus loved getting under my skin, and I knew better than to engage. "What do you want, Marcus
Lisa’s POVThe thrill of the press conference lingered in the air, a sweet perfume blending with the biting chill that seeped through the slightly open window of my office. Leo closed the door behind us, isolating ourselves in this small sanctuary from the flashing lights and probing questions. The adrenaline crash was imminent, and I could feel it coursing through my veins, more intense than any boardroom battle I had ever experienced.“Can you believe how well that went?” I exclaimed, my heart still racing. I couldn't suppress the wide grin stretching across my face as I turned to face him.“Better than I expected,” he replied, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear in a tender gesture. “You owned that room, Lisa. Everyone was captivated by your passion and drive. That’s not just charisma; that’s you.”I felt warmth spreading in my chest at his praise. “I was terrified when that reporter asked about my past. But you were right there, grounded by my side. It made all the differ
Lisa’s POVAs I sat in my newly furnished office, looking out over the snowy expanse of Ottawa, my heart lay heavy with emotions I hadn’t quite processed. The view was beautiful, but it felt like a parody of my lifea pristine landscape masking the turbulence within. Leo had made the ultimate sacrifice for me, and I still felt the echoes of betrayal from my past winding through my thoughts, stinging like unresolved wounds.Today was the day we would unveil our joint venture: a philanthropic foundation aimed at helping orphaned children, something Leo had been passionate about since we first met. It was a chance to give back, to make a real difference in lives like his had once been lives that had the potential to achieve greatness. A part of me excitedly anticipated the unveiling while another part of me was terrified. This was not just a business endeavor; it was a collaboration of our fragile trust, a fragile bond that had weathered one of the worst storms life had thrown at us.“Lis
Lisa’s POVThe week that followed was awash in vibrant colors and newfound intimacy. Leo and I devoted ourselves to our "check-in" times, weaving honesty into the fabric of our relationship, and confronting the shadows that had once loomed so large. Each exchanged vulnerability felt like stripping away layers of burdens, revealing the truest forms of ourselves raw, imperfect, and resilient.One evening, as we curled up on the couch with cups of steaming tea, I glanced at the sketchbook filled with our painted memories. “It’s incredible to see how far we’ve come in such a short time, don’t you think?” I said, flipping through the pages, each illustration sparking its own joy and reflection.“It really is,” Leo replied, his gaze softening as he scanned the artwork. “Each piece is like a little milestone on our journey a testament to our growth.”Inspired, I picked up a brush, swirling it in the palette. “Do you think we could create something to symbolize this moment? A piece that embod
Lisa’s POVThe weekend air was heavy with the sweet scent of blooming roses and fresh-cut grass. Armed with our watercolor supplies, Leo and I had transformed our garden into a creative sanctuary, a canvas where we would share pieces of our souls. Each stroke of the brush felt like swiping away the remnants of yesterday's pain, replacing it with vibrant hopes for tomorrow.As I dipped the brush into the cerulean blue, I felt a surge of excitement but also a whisper of doubt, lurking just beneath the surface. “Leo,” I started, squeezing the paintbrush just tightly enough to capture his attention. “How do you feel about our project? I mean, really feel.”He paused, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead, his icy blue eyes meeting mine. “I love it. It feels... liberating, doesn’t it? Like we’re reclaiming parts of ourselves that we lost along the way.”I nodded, but lingering uncertainty clouded my thoughts. “Then why do I feel like there's still a barrier between us? Like I’m
Lisa’s POVThe golden hues of sunset wrapped around us as we sat on that quiet bench, the world around us fading into a serene backdrop against the weight of our conversation. Leo's words hung in the air like a promise a commitment to face the shadows of our past together.“Are you all right?” Leo asked gently, his thumb brushing over my knuckles, grounding me with his touch.“I think I will be,” I replied, taking a deep breath. “It’s just daunting to think about everything we’ve been through. Sometimes it feels easier to just focus on the future.”He nodded, understanding the conflict in my heart. “We’ve grown so much, and it feels easy to believe that moving on means ignoring where we’ve come from. But confronting hurts, the fear that what will let us truly move forward.”“Then let’s do it,” I said, my voice steadying. “Let’s find a way to confront our pasts without letting them consume us.”He smiled, that beautiful, encouraging smile I had come to rely on. “I’m with you every ste
Lisa’s POVThe days flew by in a blur of planning, laughter, and tentative steps forward. With every passing moment, Leo and I found ourselves growing closer, our connection deepening as we tackled our individual goals side by side.Summer was in full bloom; the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the sounds of birds chirping outside our window. One particularly warm afternoon, I sat at our dining table, typing up my latest blog post about our aspirations and dreams, reflecting on the journey we had embraced together. The sun streamed in, bathing me in warmth, and I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude.Just as I was about to wrap up my writing, Leo burst into the room, a twinkle in his eyes and a canvas tucked under his arm. “You’ll never guess what I just finished!”I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What is it?”He laid the canvas on the table, revealing a stunning painting of the very view I had often admired our backyard, with its vibrant wildflowers and
Lisa’s POVThe soft chirping of birds woke me the next morning, signaling the arrival of a new day. I stretched lazily in bed, the warmth from under the covers wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. The light filtering in through the window hinted at a promising day ahead, filled with opportunity and potential.Rolling over, I smiled at the sight of Leo, still lost in dreamland. His tousled hair and the faintest hint of stubble gave him an effortlessly handsome look. I felt a wave of affection wash over me. There was a calmness in our lives now, and the burden of the past no longer felt quite so heavy.After a few moments of admiring him, I quietly slipped from the bed, careful not to wake him. I padded to the kitchen, replaying our dinner last night in my mind. Planning our future together had felt exhilarating, but there remained an undercurrent of nerves. Would we truly be able to navigate the struggles that lay ahead?As I brewed a fresh pot of coffee, my phone chimed with
Lisa’s POV.The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. I stirred awake, blinking against the brightness. The warmth beside me reminded me of the night before of laughter, promises, and the bold declaration that we would face whatever lay ahead together.Leo was still asleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. A peaceful expression adorned his face, a stark contrast to the chaos of our lives outside these four walls. I smiled softly, tucking a stray hair behind his ear. The silent moments like this felt sacred, and I cherished the tranquility we had carved out in this storm.As I slipped from the bed, I tiptoed to the kitchen, the sound of my bare feet padding against the cool wooden floor a gentle reminder of the mundane world waiting for us. I brewed coffee, the rich aroma filling the space, a promise of energy and clarity for the day to come.Sipping my coffee, I gazed out the window, watching the world awaken. The trees swayed gen
Lisa's POVAs I sat in the dim light of the new apartment Leo provided after our tumultuous return, I felt an odd mixture of relief and anxiety. The walls, though painted in a calming shade of lavender, seemed to loom over me like the ghosts of our past. Memories of betrayal, heartbreak, and vengeance floated like shadows, offering little comfort.Leo’s soft footsteps echoed through the space, breaking me from my reverie. He entered, his icy blue eyes searching mine for something understanding, perhaps. He closed the door softly behind him, shutting out the remnants of our chaotic lives for a moment. “I thought we could finally breathe,” he said, his voice laced with uncertainty as he ran a hand through his jet-black hair. “Just us. No more drama.” I managed a small smile, though it trembled. “Yes, just us.” But I knew the shadows wouldn’t fade that easily. Not after everything we’d been through.“We’ll need to talk about…everything.” His tone shifted, a hint of seriousness threadin