LOGIN“Who the hell typed this contract, Liam? I see typos.” “What typos? I wrote every damn word myself.” “Then you must’ve been typing while Evelyn was suck–” “Shut the fvck up, Olivia! Just sign it, or forget about ever seeing my babies again.” “They’re my babies too, you asshole! Would you sign if some psycho shoved this shitty contract in your face?” “Then don’t sign. Your loss. Get the fvck out of my office. Call me only after you sign, or you’ll regret it.” --- I thought giving birth would be the happiest day of my life. Instead, it became the day my whole world shattered. While I was still weak and bleeding in that hospital bed, my husband walked in… not with flowers, not with comfort, but with a hard blow to my stitches. That devil set a trap far worse than our marriage itself. And no matter how much I hated him… a part of me still burned whenever he touched me. Was this love, madness, or the devil’s contract I could never escape?
View MoreOlivia's POVThe air in the woods was biting, a cold that seemed to seep through the layers of my coat and settle deep within my bones. We had stepped out of the back of the cabin to gather some dry wood, our boots crunching against the frozen earth and patches of stubborn, icy snow. The pine trees loomed over us, their needles shivering in the occasional gust of wind.Avery was trying so hard to be the version of herself I needed; the fearless, loud-mouthed best friend who could punch the world in the face for me. But I saw the way her hands trembled as she bent down to pick up a fallen branch. I saw the way her eyes kept darting back toward the cabin, then toward the perimeter where she knew Zach and James were hovering in the shadows.The fear of me nearly dying; of me actually being erased from her life, was a ghost walking right beside her.“Look at this one, Liv,” she said, holding up a thick piece of cedar. Her voice was a little too high, a little too bright. “This will burn f
Olivia's POV“Did that golden boy try to harm you?”I shook my head slowly, trying to be honest. “I don't think it was Nathan. Honestly, I think he would be just as confused as we are. If Liam thought it was him, Nathan would probably be in a body bag by now. We... we just happened to meet at the event. Liam saw me, and everything went to hell.”“What!” she gasped, throwing her hands up. “Fvck no. How? This is crazy, Liv. You’re in the middle of a war zone.”---We talked for what felt like hours as the SUV wound its way through the backroads of our youth. We headed toward the Willow Creek marina, a place that used to be our sanctuary during the long, humid summers of our teenage years. It was one of the few peaceful places where we could hang out, hide from our parents, and sneak in cheap booze while talking about our dreams of escaping this town.“Shiiit,” Avery dragged the word out as we approached the docks, staring out the window at the familiar sight of the water. “Don't think g
Olivia's POVAvery shook her head, glancing over her shoulder at the reporters who were still mourning their broken cameras from a safe distance. “I have no idea how it leaked, but it’s everywhere, Liv. They’re calling you the 'Billionaire's Secret' and the ‘Vaughn Vulture.' Let's just get the hell out of here for now. This place isn't safe for you. My apartment is crawling with them.”“Please get in,” Zach said. His hand was already holding the door open. His eyes were constantly scanning the rooftops and the street corners.I wanted to say something; to tell her I was sorry for bringing this to her doorstep, but Avery took my hand and pulled me toward the car.“Come on, Liv. Don't think, just get in. We need to talk where no one can hear us.”Avery slid into the plush leather interior, and I followed, letting out a long, ragged sigh as the door shut out the noise of the world. Zach moved to the passenger seat while James took the wheel. As the engine roared to life, a few remaining
Olivia's POV “Olivia? Is that really you?”I turned toward the voice. It was Mr. Henderson, the retired mailman who lived in the basement unit. He was wearing his usual greasy plaid flannel shirt and a worn-out beanie, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and something that looked uncomfortably like judgment.“Hi, Mr. Henderson,” I said, offering a small, tight wave. I didn't look at him for more than a second, keeping my head down as I moved toward the entrance.But the word had spread faster than a wildfire. More people began to emerge from the shadows of the doorways, drifting toward me before I could even reach the stairs. I stared at the cracks in the pavement, walking faster, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts.“Where the hell have you been, Olivia? We saw the news!” a woman from the third floor shouted.“Do your parents know you're back? They haven't been able to show their faces at church!” another voice piped up.“Did you really do what they said you did on the inte
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