“Where are you taking me?” She asked. He leaned closer, his face calm but his eyes dark with an unsettling intensity. “To where you belong.” Her heart raced as his words sank in. “What does that even mean?” He straightened, his gaze flickering toward the window as the city lights blurred past. “It means we’re going ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 , Little Bird. 𝑂𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When an ordinary business student catches the eye of a charismatic, successful businessman visiting her college, she’s swept into a world she never imagined. Captivated by his charm and sophistication, she’s drawn deeper into a passionate connection with him, believing she’s found the romance of her dreams. But as strange events and shadows start to disturb her once-peaceful life, she begins to question if her perfect love story might be hiding darker secrets. Unbeknownst to her, someone else has been watching all along, harboring an obsession that could change her life forever. ---
View MoreOlivia woke slowly, the soft light of morning peeking through the window. She was in an unfamiliar room, though it felt like the one she'd spent the night in. She turned her head and saw the bed was untouched beside her. Sebastian had given her privacy, sleeping in the room next door. She sat up, the heaviness of last night still lingering. She remembered everything clearly—the marriage, his cold ultimatum. You can go back to work, but on one condition: you’ll get special treatment, as my wife. The words echoed in her mind as she swung her legs off the bed and stood up. Her feet met the plush carpet, and she walked to the window, looking out at the sprawling grounds of his mansion. She could feel the weight of his condition pressing down on her. She didn’t want to accept it, but she had no choice. Special treatment, she thought bitterly. The idea of being treated like a trophy at work, her position tied solely to her marriage, didn’t sit well with her. But she needed to work. Sh
They heard the doorbell rang, their attention got diverted to it leaving Olivia's request " It must be the food delivery, I ordered your favorite. let's continue this discussion on the dining table" Sebestian said, making Olivia nod. Olivia entered in the dining room and settled on one of the chair of dining table, Sebestian also came after sometime taking the delivery. Olivia stood and served them both. The dining room was steeped in tension, every clink of cutlery against the plates amplified in the silence. Olivia sat stiffly, her gaze fixed on the table as she tried to summon the courage to speak."I need to go back to work," she said finally, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.Sebastian, seated across from her, raised his head slowly, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. He took his time setting his coffee cup down, studying her with an intensity that made her stomach twist."You can," he said, his voice calm yet commanding.For a fleeting moment, relief fluttered in
Sebastian walked into the living room, his footsteps soft against the hardwood floor. The glow of the television illuminated the otherwise dim space, casting flickering shadows on the walls. He immediately noticed Olivia, curled up on the couch, a blanket loosely draped over her. She had fallen asleep there, her head resting against the armrest, her body relaxed in a way that betrayed her exhaustion. The television played the final scenes of her favorite series, the familiar dialogue now a muted background hum. Sebastian paused, taking in the scene. Her face was serene, her features softened by sleep. A stray lock of hair framed her cheek, catching the faint light from the screen. She looked so peaceful, a stark contrast to the turmoil he knew she had been enduring. He moved closer, his eyes lingering on her. There was something utterly disarming about seeing her like this, so unguarded. She clutched the edge of the blanket as though it were a shield, a subconscious act of seeking
I leaned back in my chair, letting the memory of the morning replay in my mind. It hadn’t gone as planned, not at all, yet somehow, it felt perfect.I had wanted to surprise her with breakfast—her favorites, of course. I’d envisioned her sitting down, her guarded expression softening as she saw the effort I’d made for her. But instead, I’d ended up with burnt toast, overcooked eggs, and a kitchen filled with smoke.She had walked in just as I was waving a towel to clear the air, her eyebrows raised in surprise. For a moment, I thought she might laugh, but instead, she tilted her head, studying me like I was an unsolvable puzzle. Then, to my surprise, she’d suggested we cook together.I hadn’t expected her to offer, but the idea of working side by side with her was too tempting to refuse. So, I stepped back, letting her take the lead. She seemed more at ease as she moved around the kitchen, instructing me on how to whisk eggs properly and how much seasoning to add.Her movements were s
Sunlight poured through the oversized windows of the bedroom, casting golden patterns across the plush duvet. Olivia stirred, the soft glow of morning nudging her from sleep. Her lashes fluttered open, and she instinctively reached for the other side of the bed, but her hand met cool, undisturbed sheets. Frowning slightly, she sat up, her fingers brushing her hair out of her face as she glanced around the room.The elegant bedroom, with its neutral tones and luxurious touches, was eerily quiet. Usually, she would hear faint noises—the distant hum of staff going about their morning routines or the clinking of dishes from the kitchen. But today, there was only silence, save for the faint rustling of trees outside.Curiosity tugged at her. Where was Sebastian? It wasn’t like him to leave without a word.She slipped out of bed, her bare feet sinking into the soft rug. Walking over to the wardrobe, she chose a simple light-blue summer dress, its soft fabric brushing gently against her skin
The grand doors of the mansion opened, and Sebastian gently guided Olivia inside. She still wore her wedding gown, her fingers clutching the edge of her veil. Her eyes darted around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings of the place that was now supposed to be her home. “You must be exhausted,” Sebastian said softly. “Let me take you to our room.” Olivia stiffened slightly at his words. Her nerves showed in the way she adjusted her grip on the veil, but she nodded. “Alright.” He placed a hand on the small of her back, leading her up the wide staircase. The mansion was eerily silent, the soft click of their footsteps echoing in the vast space. At the end of a long hallway, Sebastian opened a door and stepped aside for her to enter. Olivia hesitated on the threshold, her eyes sweeping over the enormous room. A canopy bed draped in luxurious fabric dominated the space. The dim, golden light of the chandelier cast a warm glow over dark wood furniture and a faintly flickering fi
The hall was resplendent, decorated in hues of gold and ivory, with hundreds of candles casting a warm glow over the ornate floral arrangements. Guests mingled, their chatter and laughter blending with the soft strains of a string quartet playing in the corner. Olivia stood at the far end of the room, dressed in an elegant white gown that shimmered faintly under the light. The intricate lace detailing hugged her frame delicately, and the veil pinned in her hair cascaded like a waterfall down her back. Her heart pounded, but not from the occasion. She glanced at the man beside her. Sebastian was immaculate in his tailored suit, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. His hand rested lightly on her waist, a gesture that made her both uneasy and tethered. As the evening unfolded, Sebastian guided her through the crowd, introducing her to important faces she didn’t know, smiling and conversing with calculated ease. Olivia’s focus wavered as she tried to keep her
Olivia sat in the sunlit room, her eyes fixed on the sprawling garden outside. The morning had passed in a blur, and the weight of the past days settled heavily on her chest. She was trapped, her escape plans thwarted by the suffocating security Sebastian had surrounded her with. A soft knock broke her reverie. Before she could respond, the door creaked open, revealing a team of women holding makeup kits, brushes, and garment bags. One of them, a tall woman with strikingly sharp features, stepped forward with a professional smile. "Miss Olivia, Mr. Sebastian has sent us to prepare you," she announced in a measured tone. Olivia’s brows knitted in confusion. "Prepare me? For what?" The woman didn’t respond directly, her smile remaining fixed. Instead, she gestured for the team to enter. One by one, they filed in, setting up their tools like a battalion readying for battle. "I didn’t ask for this," Olivia said, her voice sharper now. She stood, a sense of unease coursing through he
The grand dining room is bathed in soft morning light streaming through tall windows. Olivia hesitates at the entrance, her gaze sweeping over the opulent setup. A long table stretches across the room, covered in a white tablecloth and adorned with an array of dishes. The aroma of freshly baked croissants and brewed coffee fills the air. At the head of the table, Sebastian sits casually, dressed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He’s sipping from a porcelain coffee cup, his eyes flickering toward Olivia as she steps in. “Good morning, little bird,” he says softly, a hint of amusement in his tone. Olivia freezes at the nickname, her stomach twisting uneasily. Despite her apprehension, she forces herself to walk forward. We just wished each other,” she snaps then sit, her voice guarded. Sebastian gestures to a chair near him. “Come, sit. Breakfast is ready.” Olivia glances at the table, her eyes widening in shock. Every dish in front of her is something she lov
The Monday morning buzz hummed through the halls of Business College as students filed in, eyes bleary from too little sleep and too many deadlines. Olivia Brooks, seated at her favorite corner table in the student lounge, sipped her coffee, her eyes scanning over a stack of notes. It was the same table she always picked—the one just far enough from the windows to avoid distractions but close enough to give her a glimpse of the campus lawn where groups gathered between classes. It gave her comfort, a spot she could rely on in a schedule that rarely wavered. Olivia wasn’t one for spontaneity. She knew her routine down to the hour: an early-morning coffee, a full day of lectures, afternoons in the library, and nights spent revisiting her notes until her eyelids drooped. It wasn’t thrilling, perhaps, but it was stable. Reliable. And stability was something Olivia valued more than excitement. “Olivia! You’re here early,” a familiar voice called from across the lounge. Her best friend, ...
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