OLIVIA'S POVI step into my room, my heart still racing from the night. The date. The kiss. I can’t stop smiling, even though it’s late. The adrenaline from being with Alexander lingers in me—his smile, the way his hand felt against the small of my back when he walked me to my door. I should feel more embarrassed about how easily I let him in, but all I feel is excitement.I kick off my heels, feeling the release of tension in my feet as they hit the soft carpet. The first thing I do is glance at my phone. A part of me hopes to see a text from him, though I know it's still early. There's nothing. I feel a strange tug of disappointment, but I quickly brush it off.I set my purse down on the desk, take a deep breath, and pull my hair out of the tight bun that’s been sitting on the back of my neck all evening. The loose strands fall around my face, and for a moment, I just stand there, thinking back to how he looked at me. His eyes were different tonight. Like there was something between
The light from her phone pierced the early morning dimness, drawing her from sleep into a new wave of unease. There it was again. Another message. She stared at the screen, hoping, somehow, it might be different this time. But the words cut sharp and familiar: “Pretty today, even in that simple little pajama. Did he like that look too?”Her heart thudded in her chest, cold and heavy. She clenched her jaw, tossed the phone aside, and forced herself out of bed. She wouldn’t reply—couldn’t reply. It felt like giving up a piece of herself just to respond, just to acknowledge… whoever this was.The morning routine grounded her, if only barely. She showered, dressed in her sharpest blazer, and applied makeup with a firm hand, as if creating a mask to hide every sliver of fear that lingered under her skin. She repeated her usual, simple affirmations under her breath as she combed her hair, but they felt hollow today.The walk to the office was longer than usual, every sound seeming amplified
Olivia sat at her desk, barely able to focus on her work. Her phone was beside her, screen dark, but she could still feel its weight, a reminder of the last disturbing message she’d received. Every small sound around her felt amplified, and her nerves were frayed.Out of habit, she glanced out the window. Across the street, a figure lingered—a tall man with his hat pulled low, seemingly watching her. Her chest tightened, and she quickly looked away, convincing herself it was just a passerby, but her heart kept pounding.Just then, Alexander entered her office, catching her off guard. He was observant, and today, he didn’t miss her tense posture.“You don’t look like yourself today,” he remarked, giving her a long look. “Are you sure everything’s okay?”Startled, Olivia managed a faint smile. “Yeah… just a lot on my mind.”Alexander’s gaze lingered on her, and he reached out to rest a hand on her shoulder—a touch that was meant to be comforting but instead felt oddly possessive. “You’r
The office is dimly lit, and the usual buzz of activity has faded. Olivia finishes typing, glancing at the clock. It’s late, and everyone has left for the day. She gathers her things, slipping on her coat and moving toward the door. Just as she reaches for the handle, she hears the rain—a downpour, relentless and heavy against the windows. Olivia sighs and stares out, her heart sinking as she realizes she has no umbrella. The rain is so intense she can barely make out the street below. Resigned, she turns back to wait it out. Olivia makes herself a cup of coffee in the small lounge. The sound of footsteps behind her makes her jump. She turns to see Alexander approaching, his hands casually in his pockets. " Didn’t expect to see anyone else still here" Alexander said. "Same here. I didn’t know you were still working" Olivia said. Alexander glances at the window and smiles, nodding toward the rain. " Looks like we’re stuck. Quite the storm" Alexander said. They exchange a loo
The office was eerily quiet as Olivia typed away at her laptop, her fingers moving slower than usual. She was nearly done with her work, but her focus had been scattered all evening. The harsh fluorescent lights buzzed above her, and the faint sound of rain against the windows only added to her sense of isolation. A glance at the clock showed it was nearly 10 PM.Her phone sat on her desk, screen dark, but its presence loomed over her like a weight. The anonymous messages had stopped, for now, but their lingering threat echoed in her mind. “See you soon, Olivia.” She shivered at the memory and shook her head, trying to focus.“Burning the midnight oil again?”The voice startled her. Olivia looked up to see Alexander leaning casually against the doorway, his suit jacket slung over his arm. His tailored shirt was slightly unbuttoned, revealing just a hint of his chest. He smiled, and the room seemed to shrink around her.“I didn’t expect anyone else to still be here,” Olivia replied, he
The morning sunlight streamed through Olivia’s curtains as she got ready for her outing with Alexander. The casual yet polished outfit she’d chosen felt just right—neither too much nor too little. As she fastened her earrings, her phone buzzed with a message.Alexander: “Outside your door, sunshine. Take your time, though. I’m enjoying the morning breeze.”She smiled, shaking her head. Stepping outside, she found Alexander leaning against his sleek car, dressed in a crisp white shirt and jeans that seemed tailored just for him. He opened the door for her with a small bow.“You look radiant,” he said, his voice warm and genuine.“And you’re over-dressed for an amusement park,” Olivia teased.He chuckled. “You’ll thank me when we hit the photo booths.”The drive to the park was lighthearted. Alexander played a mix of old-school jazz and upbeat pop, their laughter punctuating the music as they traded stories about childhood amusement park memories. Olivia was struck by how effortlessly h
OLIVIA'S POV The elevator doors slid open, and Alexander led me into his penthouse. The sight was breathtaking—sleek furniture, ambient lighting, and a city skyline stretching endlessly beyond the massive windows. It felt surreal, like stepping into a magazine spread."Make yourself at home," Alexander said, his voice smooth as velvet.I hesitated for a second before moving further inside, setting my bag carefully on the coffee table. My gaze swept the room. Everything about the space screamed wealth and sophistication. I could feel Alexander’s presence behind me, watching my every move.“This place is... beautiful,” I said, trying to sound casual, though the grandeur of it made me uneasy.“I’m glad you like it,” he replied. His tone was warm, but there was an undercurrent of something else.He moved to a sleek bar cart by the wall and picked up a bottle of wine. “Red or white?”“Red,” I said softly. My voice came out smaller than I expected, but I didn’t want to seem ungrateful. He’
ALEXANDER'S POV Rain cascades down the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, blurring the city skyline into a haze of light and shadow. I stand with a tumbler of bourbon in hand, staring out at the chaos below. From up here, the city looks insignificant, like an anthill waiting to be crushed. But tonight, my mind is far from the city. My thoughts are consumed by her. Olivia Harper. I swirl the amber liquid in my glass, savoring its warmth as I replay the moment I first saw her. She was just another face in a crowd of students, sitting in the third row during that seminar. I hadn’t planned on paying attention to anyone, much less her, but there was something about her that snagged my interest. Not her face—it was pretty enough, I suppose, in that fresh, innocent way. But it was her body. The kind of body that doesn’t know its own power. Hidden under dull, modest clothes, her curves still managed to tease, to tempt. She didn’t know it, but every shy glance, every
Olivia 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