Sebestian's POV I closed the door to her room gently, letting the faint sound of the latch echo in the quiet hallway. For a moment, I stood there, my hand still gripping the doorknob, unsure if I should go back in. The image of her lying there, so small and broken, burned into my mind. She had barely spoken, yet her silence said enough. Turning away, I walked down the hall. My footsteps felt heavier with each step. The soft glow of the rain outside spilled through the windows, streaking shadows across the floor. The storm outside matched the one inside me. I couldn’t stop seeing her face—her tear-soaked cheeks, the way she flinched when I tried to calm her like she expected even my kindness to come with a blade. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She deserved better than this world. Better than him. Dropping into the chair in the sitting room, I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees. My head fell into my hands a
Sebestian's POV She’s here.The thought echoed in my mind as I sat in the dim stillness of my study, staring blankly at the tumbler of untouched whiskey on the desk before me. Olivia. After all these months of watching her from afar, she was finally within my reach. Not through my careful planning, but through a twist of fate.I should be elated. She was safe, under my roof, where no one could harm her. No one, especially not him. Alexander. My jaw tightened at the thought of that man—his arrogance, his cruelty. She trusted him, gave him her heart, and he crushed it without a second thought. If only she knew the things I’d seen him do, the depths of his deceit. He didn’t deserve her, but then, who did?Certainly not me.I pressed my fingers to my temples, trying to silence the thought. I’d wanted to protect her for so long, to be the person who could shelter her from the world’s cruelty. Yet here I was, lying to her by omission. She didn’t know who I really was, what I’d done. If she
Sebastian’s mansion was as grand as Olivia remembered from the night before, though she had been too disoriented to truly take in the details. The spacious living room, adorned with modern art and minimalist furniture, exuded an air of elegance. Floor-to-ceiling windows allowed the moonlight to pour in, casting silvery shadows across the polished floor." Umm, do you want a coffee?" Sebestian offered with a hope to spend more time with her. Thinking for some moments, Olivia finally agreed because she was also tired of resting. Sebestian left with a genuine smile, which he doesn't do often. Sebastian returned to the room carrying a tray with two steaming cups of coffee. He placed them on the low glass table in front of the plush couch where Olivia sat.“I thought we could talk here,” he said, settling into the chair opposite her. His Italian accent softened his words, making them feel deliberate and careful.Olivia picked up her cup, the warmth seeping into her hands. “Thank you,” sh
The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of Olivia’s bedroom, casting golden hues over her modest but cozy room. The faint hum of life outside—cars passing, birds chirping, neighbors starting their routines—was a gentle reminder that another day had begun. Olivia stirred under her blanket, her eyes fluttering open. For a moment, she stared at the ceiling, feeling the weight of everything that had happened pressing down on her chest. The betrayal, the humiliation, and now this confusing chapter of her life—her thoughts swirled like an endless storm. She sighed deeply, her fingers brushing strands of hair away from her face. How did it all come to this? she wondered. Alexander’s face flashed in her mind, quickly followed by the memory of Sebastian’s intense gaze. She didn’t know what to make of him yet. He had helped her when she was at her lowest, and while she appreciated it, she couldn’t ignore the peculiar feeling he stirred in her—a mix of gratitude and unease. Pullin
Olivia sat curled up on her couch, a soft blanket draped over her legs. The faint glow of the television illuminated her living room as the familiar soundtrack of her favorite series played in the background. She took a sip of her hot chocolate, trying to push away the swirling thoughts about her new job. Working for Sebastian’s company felt like a new beginning, but it also filled her with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. As she tried to lose herself in the show, her phone buzzed on the coffee table. Olivia frowned. It was an unknown number. She hesitated for a moment, debating whether to pick it up. What if it’s work-related? she thought, reaching for the phone. “Hello?” she answered, her voice tentative. “Olivia,” came the familiar voice on the other end, dripping with mockery. “So, you finally resigned. I have to say, I saw this coming.” Her chest tightened. It was Alexander. “I wasn’t sure you’d actually have the guts to walk away,” Alexander continued, his tone lace
The morning sun painted Olivia's small apartment in soft gold as she stood in front of her mirror. Her blazer was crisp, her pencil skirt fitted perfectly, and her hair neatly tied back in a bun. Yet, her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted her collar. Today was her first day as an assistant to Sebastian Massimo—a man whose charm and poise both intrigued and unsettled her. Her phone vibrated on the table. A message from Mia lit up the screen: "Good luck today! You’ve got this! Call me if you need a pep talk!" Smiling faintly, Olivia replied, "Thanks, Mia. I’ll let you know how it goes." She picked up her bag, took a deep breath, and stepped out of her apartment. --- Sebastian sat at his desk, his eyes locked on the monitor in front of him. The screen displayed a live feed of Olivia’s assigned desk, the angle discreetly capturing her workspace and the immediate surroundings. The camera was seamlessly hidden within the desk lamp he had personally arranged for her. He le
Sebastian sat alone in his expansive study, a place of quiet power and meticulous order. The soft patter of rain against the window added a rhythmic undertone to the heavy silence. A single lamp illuminated the room, casting long shadows that seemed to dance in response to his thoughts. In front of him lay a pristine glass of wine, untouched and forgotten, much like the moral boundaries he had long since discarded. His mind, sharp and calculating, was fixed on one name: Alexander. Alexander’s actions had been unforgivable. He hadn’t simply hurt Olivia; he had humiliated her, broken her spirit, and left her to face the aftermath alone. The thought of her tear-streaked face, her trembling voice as she recounted her pain, stirred something dark in Sebastian. He wasn’t a savior by nature, nor was he noble. But Olivia’s anguish had ignited a fire in him—a fire that now burned solely for revenge. Sebastian leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he let his thoughts coalesce
Sebastian adjusted his cufflinks as he entered the Grand Conference Room, his every move precise and deliberate. The room was designed for deals of magnitude—its polished mahogany table stretched the length of the space, while the walls were lined with understated art pieces that whispered power rather than shouted it. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the city skyline, the bustling streets below seemingly insignificant from this vantage point. He glanced at the sleek clock on the wall: 2:50 PM. He always arrived early, ensuring everything was prepared. Today was no exception. On the table in front of him were several leather-bound folders containing the finalized terms of the deal. Every clause had been analyzed, every potential loophole meticulously closed. Sebastian sat at the head of the table, his posture straight, his demeanor calm. This wasn’t just another business meeting—it was the execution of a carefully laid plan. He opened one of the folders, his sharp eyes scanning t
Sebastian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed tightly over his chest, watching Olivia as she tried to reach for a fallen book on the floor. Her pregnant belly, now prominent at six months, seemed to make even the simplest of tasks a formidable challenge. He could see the frustration etched on her face, a mix of determination and exasperation.“Olivia, please stop that,” he said firmly, pushing himself away from the door and stepping closer.She let out an annoyed huff, her fingers straining to grasp the book just out of reach. “Sebastian, it’s just a book. I can pick it up myself,” she insisted, her tone a blend of stubbornness and pride.Not willing to let her continue, he knelt down, his knee creaking slightly as he bent. He swiftly grabbed the book and set it on the table with a deliberate motion. “You’re not supposed to bend over like that, especially now,” he said, concern lacing his voice.Olivia looked at him, her brow furrowing slightly. Despite his protective instincts
Olivia sat cross-legged on the well-worn couch, the soft fabric of the cushions cradling her as she anxiously fidgeted with the edges of a small, white gift box that was delicately wrapped in a pale blue ribbon. The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on her surroundings and illuminating her nervous fingers that kept tracing the ribbon’s neat bow. After hours of deliberation, she had finally settled on a way to share her exciting news with him. It was simple yet deeply meaningful—she wanted it to capture the essence of this new chapter in their lives. Inside the box lay a tiny onesie, perfectly soft to the touch, with the cheerful words “Daddy’s Little Sidekick” printed across the front in playful letters. The onesie was so small that it fit snugly in her hands, and even just the sight of it sent a wave of warmth and anticipation coursing through her. She closed her eyes for a moment, imagining their future baby adoringly dressed in it, giggling and reac
Sebastian’s arms were enveloped around Olivia as he slept soundly, his face nestled against the soft curve of her neck. There was a sense of safety in his embrace, an instinctual tightness that conveyed his fear of losing her, even in slumber. Olivia couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him, her fingers gently trailing along his strong jawline. A year ago, she would never have envisioned this—living a life filled with genuine happiness alongside a man who had once instilled fear in her heart. The obsessive, possessive Sebastian she had initially known had transformed, evolving into someone she now couldn’t imagine living without.As if sensing her unyielding gaze, Sebastian stirred, instinctively tightening his embrace. His lips brushed lazily against her shoulder, and through the thick veil of sleep, he murmured in his deep, husky voice, “Watching me again, little bird?”Olivia stifled a soft laugh, feeling warmth spread through her chest. “Maybe.”His dark, expressive eyes flutt
The morning sun poured through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden glow that danced softly across the walls of the cozy bedroom. Olivia, still wrapped in the delightfully smooth silky sheets, stretched lazily, her limbs comfortably entangled with Sebastian’s. It had been a month since they exchanged their feelings, yet each morning felt like a new, exquisite page in a never-ending dream—one she never wanted to awaken from.A strong, familiar arm tightened around her waist, pulling her irresistibly closer to the comforting warmth of her husband’s body. She could feel his breath, warm and gentle, brushing against the nape of her neck as he buried his face in her hair, inhaling the scent of their shared intimacy.“You’re awake,” he murmured softly against her skin, his voice still thick with the remnants of sleep.She smiled, her heart lightening at the sound of his voice, and turned to face him, their bodies mirroring the curve of the morning light. “So are you,” she replied pla
The air between them hung thick with unspoken words and raw emotions, charged with a tension that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. It was as if the very atmosphere crackled with the weight of what they had both avoided acknowledging until this pivotal moment.Olivia’s vision blurred, tears welling up as she gazed at him, truly seeing him for the first time. Every line of his face, every subtle shift of his expression, resonated with the depth of his feelings. She had always sensed the intensity of his obsession, the relentless devotion that seemed to bind him to her. Yet, standing before him now, everything crystallized into sharp focus; she understood something profound and undeniable.A small part of her had been in denial, fiercely resisting the emotional pull he had on her heart. But as she observed his chest rising and falling unevenly, the sweat glistening on his brow, and the way his hands clenched tightly at his sides—straining against the urge to bridg
The car rolls to a stop, and an enveloping silence descends around them, punctuated only by the gentle rustling of leaves in the soft breeze. The hum of the engine dies away, leaving a tranquil stillness in its wake. He exits the vehicle first, the cool air brushing against his skin, and strides purposefully to her side.With a practiced elegance, he opens the door, his hand extending toward her like an unspoken promise. “Come,” he invites, his tone laced with a calm authority.For a brief moment, she hesitates, the weight of uncertainty hanging in the air between them. But then, drawn by an inexplicable trust, she places her hand into his, feeling the warmth of his grip as he gently guides her out. The world around them is alive with the sweet whispers of nature, the faint floral scent wrapping around her like a delicate shawl. Yet, before she can fully take in the vibrant hues of the blooming landscape, he produces a silky blindfold from his pocket.“Trust me?” His voice is smooth,
Olivia blinked awake, her senses gently stirred by the delicate touch of soft rose petals fluttering onto her skin, each one whispering a sweet allure of morning. As she sat up, her surprise turned to wonder, watching in awe as deep red petals cascaded gracefully from the ceiling fan above, twirling like dancers in slow motion. A small, delighted smile bloomed on her lips—this unexpected shower of roses felt ethereal, intimate, almost as if she had stumbled from the realm of dreams into a waking fantasy. Her gaze wandered to the bedside table, where a meticulously arranged tray awaited her. The warm, buttery aroma of freshly baked croissants wafted through the air, mingling harmoniously with the rich scent of her favorite coffee, still steaming in a beautifully crafted mug. A bowl of perfectly sliced fruits—vividly colored strawberries, succulent oranges, and plump blueberries—sat invitingly, a feast for both the eye and palate. Yet, what truly captivated her was the elegant note res
Her heart swelled with a surge of emotion that took her completely by surprise. In that moment, standing before him, she realized she’d never imagined he was capable of such profound thoughtfulness, doing something so special just for her. Overcome with gratitude and joy, she lunged forward and enveloped him in a tight hug, her arms wrapping around him as if to shield the moment forever. The force of her embrace caused him to shift the cake slightly to the side, but in that instant, he felt as if nothing else mattered. As she clung to him, he could feel the warmth and weight of her presence against his chest. It took him a beat to realize that her unspoken happiness had given way to tears, and they were now slowly soaking into the fabric of his shirt. The salty droplets mingled with the sweetness of the moment, a testament to the deep connection they shared. Gently, he set the cake aside, its rich frosting glistening under the soft glow of the overhead lights. With a tender touch, h
Olivia sat beside Sebastian, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her gaze fixed on the television screen, yet her mind drifted far from the laughter echoing from the characters on Friends. As the familiar theme song played, she felt the weight of disappointment pressing down on her, an insistent reminder of the day’s unspoken truth. He forgot my birthday. The thought twisted in her mind like a thorn, sparking a tangled web of frustration. She stole a sidelong glance at him, noting how effortlessly he immersed himself in the episode. His eyes danced with mirth, and a faint smirk crept across his face whenever Chandler delivered one of his trademark sarcastic jabs. How could he be so utterly relaxed? So blissfully unaware of the significance of today? It was as if they were living in two parallel worlds—his filled with humor and lightheartedness while hers was clouded with disappointment and a sense of overlooked importance. Olivia felt a surge of hurt wash over her, the kind that l