All Chapters of Billionaire Heiress by default: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Olivia’s POV:Whether I like it or not, the truth remains. Neither of us knows how to do this. It’s not like we have a guidebook on how to love and trust. It’s like the blind leading the blind and blindness has no cure. I mean there is, but still…“You broke me, many, many times and I never fully recovered. It’s not that easy to let someone who does that back in when you found it hard enough to do the first time around. But here we are.” I admit honestly, sheepishly and can’t look him in the eye anymore. Flinching when he moves towards me, caging me in with his body and traces the tears down my cheek. His breath warming my face as he moves in all around me and overtakes my space once more. My head is full of his scent and nearness. “And now you want to meet my family. Like they’re the easiest people on the planet.”“If I could go back and change it all, I would. Believe me, Liv. I know what I did.” The tender caress of a lover and not the man who terrorized me and reduced me to ashes.

Olivia’s POV:After obsessing crazily and turning my head inside out for a few hours, I finally managed a little sleep. Torn about the choice in front of me I never imagined I would ever have. And what he told me about Alice. It all makes sense now. The way she looks at him and all that conversation we had back in Eli’s farm. No wonder she showed up. I told him I understand. Crazy, right?More importantly, the fact that Brandon loves me. He is offering me something real.I think the world has ended, and hell has frozen over because I cannot seem to digest this at all. Never in a million years would have imagined him, of all people, offering me something that only a few months ago I had longed for. I would have done anything for a chance at claiming his heart, and now here I stand with precisely that, and it’s like it’s not even real. Detached from any sense of reality and floating like a numb blob of confusion in my head.My initial reaction to his confession of love was anger becau

Olivia’s POV:A party was reserved several weeks ago at the hotel’s club and lounge. It’s one of the many additions I immediately worked on when the hotel fell into my lap. It became one of the best venues for high-end clients and the waiting time is long. As the CEO and owner, I make it a point to rub elbows with important clients, that way, I keep tabs on who’s hot and who’s not.My day was good, my father and brother had finally came around and I told them I might bring Brandon the next time I visit. They were thrilled to know that I’ve finally dipped my toe in the dating pool. If only they know how murky the pool is. After checking with the inhouse event coordinator and making sure that we are prepared for the slightest problem, I venture down to the club, wearing a simple back fitted shift dress over black three inch strappy heels and my hair up in a sleek ponytail. I went for understated glam today and simple with natural makeup, which is my usual forte. Also, it’s low key to m

Olivia’s POV:I did not expect a date in the hill, overlooking the city was what he meant. But here we are. He told me a lot of things that I did not expect to hear from him. Brandon is unveiling his life story from me. I wonder how much of it was true.The fact that he lied about Alice still remains. A part of me cannot trust him fully. A piece of me is anchoring me down from falling wanton to his lap. I guess I prefer it that way, so if he hurts me again, I could say ‘I told you so’ to myself and not be mad.He may not see it, but Brandon still craves acceptance even now. Still trying to divert any kind of blame. A part of him still suffers from her lack of love towards him. I can see it all over him. Meredith tried to fill that gaping hole but he pushed her aside. Somehow, his parents made him believe that no woman would ever love him, and it colored how he treated me when I got close. No wonder he never trusted me. He was programmed to believe he was unlovable. Yet he never ran sh

Olivia’s POV:He leans to the side a little, a head tilt that puts our noses side by side so he can get nearer my mouth and kisses me softly, needy. A gentle, chaste meeting of soft, warm skin that makes my heart erupt in a million little flutters. Pulling back, he slides his fingers under my hair, cradling my face on both sides and draws my eyes to his as he straightens back up. “If I could go back to that night when you said those words to me, I would change everything and undo all the mistakes I made. Those three words are my goal, but to deserve them this time and to never hurt you again. I would die for you, and I will do anything for you. I promise you I won’t let you go a second time; I know what I have to lose this time.”Brandon’s words pull tears from my eyes, and my throat constricts painfully. There’s no hint of deviousness in the raw way he’s saying those words or the penetrating gaze he has stuck me with. It’s like he wants to climb inside me and make me believe him so