All Chapters of Billionaire Heiress by default: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

[That’s great news, honey! You have her, she took the bait! Hook, line and sinker!] Alice was enthusiastically talking at the other end of the line. [I’m great you are following my advice down to a T. I can’t believe she feels that way about me---and to think I’m going to pretend as your bestfriend. Her radar is amazing.]Brandon updates Alice every day. When he suggested to fly to Greece to see Olivia, she was against it. Primarily because she couldn’t see what they’d be doing there and she doesn’t trust Brandon’s judgement when it comes to Olivia.But their plans have to push through. They’ve already invested too much time and effort to back out now. Alice is optimistic about their plan and Olivia just put the cherry on top. [Why did you leave her when she said she loves you?]He paused for a minute, “because if she sees I’m hesitant. It will give her reason to believe Harvey. That man has somehow got into her head.”[You are brilliant, honey! I love you! Keep this up. By the way, w

Olivia’s POV:I can’t stop running my fingers through my hair as I sit across from Millie in the bistro café we have come to for drinks. Lifting the deep black strands of hair and twirling them nervously. I have no idea what my Emma, Theo or Harvey or even Ethan will say about this drastic change, but the reflection in the hair salon showed me a completely transformed woman. I look and feel, for the first time, that I look my age, and the number of well-dressed men turning our way in passing has not just been for my new friend.Gone are the long blonde strands and in its place, a more angled, sleek facial shape. Framed with dark hair that seems to make my eyes stand out crazily, as though the blue is somehow more intense and less washed out. I couldn’t stop staring at the stranger in the mirror when she showed me the new look. I look like some vampy woman who needs a sexy dress. Millie then attacked me with winged liner and red lipstick, declaring me her new hair bestie, and invited m

Olivia’s POV:“I just needed to find you.” He seems to struggle with the closeness and steps back again, dragging air into his lungs, screwing up his face as though battling something in his head and rubbing his hand up the back of his neck and hair in agitation. “I didn’t think beyond finding you, and I never intended to say any of this to you. All this shit wasn’t why I looked for you. I just wanted you safe, to know where you were and that you weren’t alone with some idiot hurting you. I couldn’t get it out of my head that you needed me and wouldn’t call me.” He seems broken, making my heart break too, but still, the nagging doubts in my heart are pushing me in so many directions.“But...” I’m really confused.“I was wrong, Liv! So many boundaries this crosses.” He rubs his face with both palms roughly, giving me space, yet again, and so obviously in turmoil. He’s more ravaged with every word out of his mouth, suddenly so clear as to why his head is in the throes of world war three

Olivia’s POV:We’ve been driving for a couple of hours with nowhere to go, just idle chit-chat and evasion of certain topics have me staring out at the passing scenery as rain makes everything wet, dull, and shiny. Bored and listless as music fills the car. We’ve listened to various radio stations as we travel, and Brandon seems lost in his head. There's nothing unusual there; he’s always been a thinker who went quiet and sorted shit out while he drove us anywhere. I find it strangely reassuring to watch that focused frown, the gears turning in his head and taking the quiet time to be still with everything. He hasn’t said anything for at least the last half hour. The silence isn’t exactly awkward; we can sit without talking and not feel weird about it, but I’m dying to have him say something about what he’s thinking.We went to the office and worked some. But we agreed to stupidly go on a road trip to celebrate my new hair. And that’s what we did.He glances my way when he feels my ey

Olivia’s POV:Now I’m standing in Brandon’s extended family kitchen while an older woman alerts everyone to our presence. Brandon checks his watch, standing beside me with an arm casually around my shoulder. I’ve given up trying to point out that maybe he shouldn’t keep touching me, knowing it’s natural for him. It always has been. We were always this way, and he can’t break the habit of an entire friendship that easily. To him, touching me, being close to me this way, is like breathing, and it would be more awkward if he stood feet apart with a gap between us.“Eli should be arriving home any minute. He’s the man of this farm house and that woman is Joan, his mother. Lea is pregnant, she’s Eli’s wife. I think they have three or four kids now, including the one popping anytime soon.”I realize he was giving me a quick family tree lesson. He sure knows them well.“Brandon?” A woman’s voice rings out from behind us. “Ah, and this must be, Miss Olivia.” She envelop me as soon as she walk