All Chapters of HATE TO LOVE YOU : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Olivia pov It’s 10 pm, and I’m lounging on the sofa, waiting for the one person I can’t stand. I never thought I’d find myself in this situation, but here I am. I let out a sigh and took a deep breath, closing my eyes and resting my head back. It’s been a while since I got home from shopping with Sofia, and I haven’t eaten anything yet. I’m just waiting for David to show up so we can have dinner together. It’s getting late, and he must be starving. Don’t get me wrong; I’m only doing this to thank him for ordering food for me. No one else cares for me like he does, and that’s enough to make me feel a bit overwhelmed. So, it’s just a thank-you dinner. After about 15 minutes, the doorbell rings, and I frown, quickly rushing to open the door. There’s David, looking pretty worn out. “You didn’t sleep?” he asks. I just shake my head and step aside to let him in. He drops his bag on the sofa and flops down, loosening his tie and taking a deep breath. I can see him relax a bit. I hurry to

Olivia pov Fucking fit it Dam it I curse under my breath, cursing as I slip on my heels. With a sigh, I glance in the mirror—red eyes, pale skin, and messy hair staring back at me. I look like a total Hot mess. This black dress hugs my curves just right, showcasing my big boobs and my ass. I didn’t sleep a wink last night; every time I tried, all I could see was that bloody scene and his lifeless body. It’s not like I feel sorry for him—he had it coming. Who knows how many girls he brutally killed just because they turned him down? I was almost his next victim until my monster swooped in to save me. Sorry, my monster, but that’s what he said, right? I touch up my lipstick and adjust my dress. This morning, I woke up to find David had already left, but he left breakfast with a note saying, “Eat up and be ready by 8 PM.” The food was delicious; he really knows how to cook. I spent the day glued to my phone and TV, not shedding a tear for that jerk. Now, here I am, all dressed up and

David pov "Fuck me now," she yelled, causing me to close my eyes in exasperation. What the hell is she thinking she is doing? She wants me to fuck her right now, right here in the middle of my business party, where the media is waiting to get some spicy news, but the way she is saying it makes my dick hard, and her seductive voice and kissing technique really waking my monster. I'm not scared of fucking her here; if she tells me to fuck her outside, I do it. I fucking do it. I'll kill everyone outside so nobody can see what's mine, and then I'll fuck her so hard on Tabel. I don't give a fuck about my reputation if my girl, my fox tell me to do something I surely kneel done and do it doesn't mattre if she ask me to fuck her.I didn't take my eyes off her face until she stood with her arms at her side and a ruddy flush beneath her tan. Only then did I allow my gaze to slide down and bask in the sight before me.Firm, lush breasts tipped with sweet brown nipples that I ached to taste.

Olivia pov I squeezed my eyes shut, begging for David to pick up the phone. "Answer the call, damn it!" I muttered, pacing around my bathroom while trying to reach him. The walls felt like they were closing in, and the sound of the ringing echoed in my ears, amplifying my anxiety. Of course, he wasn’t picking up—this guy never answers on the first try. I dialled again, but it just kept ringing, each tone a reminder of my growing frustration. Maybe he’s in a meeting; he always silences his phone during those. I let out a frustrated sigh and tossed my phone aside, glancing at my reflection in the mirror. Not bad, I thought, wearing a black baggy sweater that hung comfortably off my shoulders and skinny jeans that hugged my legs just right. I pulled my hair into a ponytail, the familiar motion calming me slightly, and added a bit of makeup—a swipe of mascara and a hint of blush to bring some colour to my cheeks. I felt decent enough, ready to face the world outside my bathroom do

David pov "The food is amazing, right David?" the investor said, forcing a smile out of me as I downed my red wine in one go. What’s happening to me? I usually pay attention at every meeting or dinner party for our company, but right now, I can’t focus. The only thing on my mind is Olvia. Is she sleeping well? Eating properly? Is she having nightmares without me? At least I feel a bit better knowing my mom called yesterday, saying she wants Olvia to spend some time with her, so she’s taking her home. Honestly, I can’t wrap my head around it. Maybe she wants to get to know Olvia better. I know my mom loves me, but she doesn’t show it much because of Dad; she loves him more than anything. I really want to say no, but I don’t have a choice. It’s better for Olvia to be with my family than to be alone. What worries me is Amelia. I haven’t talked to her since I told her to cut ties with Zayden. I doubt she’ll actually listen to me and stop seeing him, and I’m afraid she might spill ever