All Chapters of FALLING FOR FOREVER : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 34: Shadows of BetrayalMorning sunlight filtered through the penthouse windows, but the warmth did nothing to dispel the tension crackling in the air. Ethan stood by the window, phone pressed to his ear, issuing commands with the precision of a battlefield general. He was dressed impeccably in a tailored navy suit, but his restless pacing betrayed the storm brewing inside him. Olivia sat on the couch, her gaze fixed on him as she sipped her coffee. He hadn’t said much since the cryptic message from Daniel’s lawyer the night before, but she could feel the weight of his thoughts bearing down on him. When he ended the call, she set her mug down. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on, or do I have to guess?” Ethan turned, his sharp eyes locking onto hers. “You don’t need to worry about it.” Her brow furrowed, frustration bubbling to the surface. “You don’t get to decide that. If it involves me, I deserve to know.” He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his

Chapter 36: Breakfast In BedOlivia Hart woke up to the smell of something burning. She bolted upright, her heart racing. The sunlight streaming through the penthouse windows told her it was far too late for breakfast, and the faint sound of Ethan Cole swearing from the kitchen filled her with dread, and a surprising amount of amusement. Ethan Cole, the untouchable billionaire, the man who could dismantle empires with a single phone call, was apparently at war with the stove. Curiosity got the better of her, and she slipped out of bed, pulling on a robe as she tiptoed toward the source of the commotion. She peeked around the corner to find Ethan standing in front of a skillet, armed with a spatula like it was a sword. His usually immaculate appearance was in disarray: his shirt was untucked, his sleeves rolled up, and his hair was sticking up in every direction. “Come on, you stupid thing!” Ethan muttered, flipping a pancake that promptly landed on the floor. Olivia couldn’t h

Chapter 38: The Uninvited GuestOlivia woke up the next morning feeling lighter than she had in weeks. Ethan's words from the night before echoed in her mind: “I’m not going anywhere.” They’d stayed up late talking, the game of truths leading to unspoken feelings finally surfacing. She padded into the kitchen to find Ethan already there, dressed in his signature suit and tie, sipping his coffee while scrolling through his phone. “Morning,” she said, her voice still groggy. “Morning,” he replied without looking up. But then his eyes flicked to her, and he smirked. “Nice bedhead.” Olivia groaned, running her fingers through her wild hair. “Thanks for the ego boost.” “You’re welcome.” Ethan leaned against the counter, a rare trace of playfulness in his demeanor. “Breakfast is on the table.” Olivia looked over to see an impressive spread: eggs, toast, fruit, and—of course—freshly brewed coffee. She raised an eyebrow. “You cooked?” “No,” Ethan admitted. “The chef did. But I t

Chapter 40: The Flirtatious CEO Monday morning began like any other. Olivia woke up to the sound of her alarm, groggily stretching before realizing she was no longer in her apartment but Ethan’s penthouse. The events of the past few weeks had shifted her entire life, and she was still adjusting. As she shuffled into the kitchen, Ethan was already there, sipping his coffee and scrolling through his tablet. But something was different. His usual crisp, composed demeanor had been replaced by a mischievous grin that made Olivia wary. “Good morning, sunshine,” he said, his voice dripping with charm. Olivia raised an eyebrow, grabbing a mug. “You’re unusually chipper for a Monday. What’s going on?” “Can’t a man be in a good mood around his stunning girlfriend?” Ethan asked, setting his tablet down and leaning against the counter. She gave him a skeptical look. “What are you up to, Ethan?” “Nothing,” he said innocently, though the twinkle in his eye suggested otherwise. “I just

Chapter 42: Love in the Little Moments Morning spilled into the room in soft, golden streaks, casting a warm glow on the tangled sheets and clothes scattered across Ethan's bedroom floor. Olivia stirred awake first, her head nestled in the crook of Ethan’s arm, the faint rhythm of his heartbeat steady beneath her cheek. For a moment, she simply lay there, basking in the quiet intimacy of the moment. There were no cameras, no reporters, no chaos—just Ethan and the stillness that came with being in his presence. She allowed herself the rare indulgence of tracing small circles on his chest with her fingertip. Ethan shifted slightly, his eyes fluttering open. A slow, lazy grin spread across his face as he caught sight of her. “Good morning, Ms. Hart,” he said, his voice husky from sleep. “Good morning, Mr. Cole,” Olivia replied, her lips curving into a smile. Ethan tightened his arm around her, pulling her even closer. “I could get used to waking up like this.” “You say that