Novel-novel oleh Marvel

Olivia’s POV“Cold water! Now!” Lily shoved me into the bathroom, slapping the light switch on.I didn’t even argue. I leaned over the sink, scooping ice-cold water into my hands and slapping it onto my burning cheeks. My reflection in the mirror looked insane—puffy red eyes, smudged mascara, and a face as pale as a sheet.“Pat your face dry, put on some lip gloss, and breathe!” Lily barked from the doorway, her hands flying around like she was conducting an orchestra. “I’m putting the wine away and wiping down the counter!”I grabbed a towel, dabbing my face as fast as I could. “Lily, my chest feels like it’s going to explode.”“You’re fine! Just pretend you were laughing so hard you cried!” she whispered frantically, rushing back toward the kitchen.Five seconds later, the front door unlocked.“Hey, ladies!” Ethan called out cheerfully, walking in with his jacket draped over his arm. He looked completely relaxed, smiling as he kicked off his dress shoes. “Smells like Thai food in he

Olivia’s POV“Oh, that?” I let out a light, breezy laugh, forcing my voice to sound completely unfazed. “Noah gave it to me at the estate when the power killed the lights. I needed something to light those thick emergency candles, so I shoved it in my coat and completely forgot to give it back.”Before Ethan could even process it, I stepped right past him, grabbed a swatch board of white lace from the table, and thrust it toward his face.“Anyway, babe, do you think this lace trim looks too busy for the dining tables, or should we go with the plain silk?”Ethan didn’t hesitate for a single second. He casually tossed the silver lighter onto the desk near Noah’s blueprints and grinned. “Plain silk, definitely. Less is more, right?”“Exactly,” I said, flashing him a bright, practiced smile.Noah picked up his lighter off the table, sliding it back into his pocket without a word. He didn't say a thing, and Ethan didn't suspect a single detail. Crisis avoided.Or so I thought.---By eight

Olivia’s POV“You’re shivering, Liv. Are you sure you didn’t catch a cold out there in the Valley?”Ethan’s voice was warm, soft, and so full of genuine concern that it felt like a twist of a knife in my chest.I sat on the edge of our plush velvet sofa, staring down at the hot mug of tea he had just placed in my hands. The white ceramic warmed my palms, but inside, I was ice cold.“I’m fine,” I lied, forcing my voice to stay even. “Just… tired. The storm was really loud, and the guesthouse was freezing once the power went out.”Ethan sat beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close. Four days ago, I would have leaned into his chest without a second thought. Now, every point of contact felt heavy, like a lead weight pressing down on my ribs.“I’m just glad Noah was with you,” Ethan said smoothly, rubbing my arm. “If you’d been up there all by yourself in the dark when that roof leaked, I would’ve lost my mind.”My stomach churned violently. If you only knew.“He

Olivia’s POV“Stay.”The word left my mouth before my brain could catch up. Noah’s eyes went dark, pupils swallowing the firelight. His hands slid from my waist to the hem of my sweater, fingers brushing the bare strip of skin above my jeans.“Say it again,” he rasped.“Stay. Please. I need you to—”His mouth cut me off. This kiss wasn’t desperate like the first one. It was deliberate. Slow. The kind of kiss that told me he planned to take his time. His tongue swept against my lower lip, and I opened for him with a sound that didn’t sound like me. Something higher. Needier.He tasted like whiskey and rain. My fingers twisted in his dark hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan against my teeth. That sound—God, that sound—vibrated straight through my chest and settled low in my belly.Noah pulled back just far enough to look at me. Firelight carved shadows across his cheekbones. His thumb traced my jaw, tilting my chin up.“Four years,” he said, voice rough. “Four years I’ve replaye

Olivia’s POV“So, how long have you two been together?” Noah asked smoothly, leaning back against the plush leather couch in the hotel lounge.I gripped my glass so hard my knuckles turned white. “Four years,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.Ethan smiled, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “Four amazing years. And in two weeks, she’s officially stuck with me forever.”Noah took a slow sip of his whiskey. His eyes met mine over the rim of his glass, sending a nervous shiver through my body. “Two weeks,” Noah repeated softly. “Time really flies.”“Excuse me for a second,” I choked out, sliding out from under Ethan’s arm. “I need to use the restroom.”I rushed down the hallway and locked myself inside the quiet bathroom. I leaned against the marble sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, and my hands were shaking.Four years. I had spent four years building a clean, safe life with Ethan. And in less than ten minutes, a ghost from my past had walked

Olivia’s Pov“Liv? You good?” Ethan’s voice cut through the noise, shaking me out of my head. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t even take a full breath. My fingers were still resting inside Noah’s palm, and his skin felt so hot it almost burned.Noah didn’t pull away immediately. His dark eyes searched my face, scanning every detail before his hand slowly slid away from mine. For a fraction of a second, his grip tightened just enough to let me know he felt it too. He recognized me.“Sorry,” I stammered, forcing my mouth into a fake smile. “I… I just got a little lightheaded. Too much coffee today, I guess.”“You’re working too hard, babe,” Ethan said softly, putting his hand on the back of my waist and pulling me against his side. “I keep telling her to slow down, Noah, but she’s obsessed with her design projects.”“Is she?” Noah’s deep voice sent another sharp shock straight down my spine. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, his eyes staying