All Chapters of Billionaire Heiress by default: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lunch was served 12 noon on the dot at Bedford Women’s Penitentiary. The once empty hallway is now dotted by orange clad ladies, each aiming for sustenance to keep them on their toes until the next meal. Life inside is not always staying inside their cells. They have activities and tasks and their social skills—even if its limited—was still exercised.For Naomi Charleston, it was the time of the day to talk to her daughter in law, Miles. It’s been a week since their failed attempt to end Olivia’s life and she’s still in denial about her time in prison. Naomi still believes that she’s innocent and did not deserve any of this.Naomi sat on the far end of the mess hall where the ‘fresh meat’ or newbies take position because they do not have a particular group yet. The fifty-two year old waited for Miles to seat beside her as they usually do but the daughter-in-law acted as if she did not spot Naomi anticipating her and sat on the opposite end of the hallway.Pissed, Naomi carried her tra

Olivia’s POV:After that afternoon, I went back to work and decided to finish all my pending paperwork. I was torn between wanting to exhaust myself with work or having one too many shots. Then, I came up with the very brilliant idea of both. My office in the hotel was my safe space after all. It was my home. Ethan is well taken care of. I sent two more people there from the hotel security just to ease my mind off the worst.With all that happened---there’s this paranoia in me that I couldn’t figure out what to do.A series of knocks came and the door opened and close and I waited for Brandon to speak. “Liv, hey…what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to stay at…” he paused and sees the vodka bottle on my desk. “Oh, that bad, huh?”I frowned as I finished gulping the contents. I was never a heavy drinker but I guess there will be exceptions. I put my glass down and stand up slowly, eyes on his tall, strong back as he messes with the ice canister, fidgeting to get his excessive en

Olivia’s POV:I throw my third sexy dress on the bed and slumped down in a deflated heap, annoyed with myself that I’m doing exactly what I said I wouldn’t do. I’m actually prettying myself up for him and stressing over how to dress and what to wear like some sad little teenage idiot on a first date. I can’t believe myself sometimes. Brandon texted me and told me to be ready for six and dress casually. Ironic, really, as that was my original plan, to show a lack of effort, and now, here I am with a bed full of dresses, and he is the one telling me to dress down. Whatever that means. “Damn it, Olivia! Could you relax?!” I hissed at myself. “You’re overreacting and it’s not fine! Look at your room! You turned it upside down to find an outfit that says ‘dressed down’!”Frankly, I don’t know if he means casual, pretty for somewhere like an Italian restaurant, or jeans and sweater casual. I’m not asking him because he will think I’m keen for tonight and definitely not. This is my first s

Olivia's POV:“Brandon!” I freaked out, hating this feeling of trapped, muffled isolation and I only stopped when his voice came through my ear from the side loudly, almost like he is in here with me.“Liv. Hey. Can you hear me?”Immediately, I stop the manic panic and nodded mutely. Not sure how the hell he can be inside my helmet, but it has the calming effect. “How?”“Technology. You can talk, you know. These helmets have built-in wireless speakers and mics, so we can still hear each other over the bike.”He tapped the visor in my face as though motioning to inside the helmet, and I giggled nervously, so much tension whooshing away as I do so. The sudden lack of panting makes the visor clear up again, and I can see perfectly out of it. It just takes some getting used to.“Right … weird.” I don’t know if it is because I’ve never been on a bike before, or I find it odd that helmets have wireless comms now. “You sound so close.”“I’m close, and in a minute, you will have to hold on to

Olivia’s POV:I like this place; it gives you that instant calm feeling of being somewhere safe and welcoming. A bit like being in his arms. I shook that thought from my head before my brain follows the ‘being in his arms’ part to something a little more X-rated and reminded myself, I’m supposed to be dissecting this man and figuring him out. “Hmm, ladies first.” Brandon urged me. “I already told you I like you.”“Okay…that depends on how much I’m allowed to know,” I asked with a slight brow raise and a half-smile. My seductress side is smoothly flowing now I am more at ease.“Whatever you want. I meant it when I said I would earn your trust. If that means being an open book and telling you whatever you want to know, then here we are.” He gestured around him, overseeing me.“You could have done that at the hotel. Why bring me here?”“This is my little corner away from reality, Liv. A sanctuary, I guess. I get to leave the corporate me at the door and just be me. A teen kid who’s stil