Mag-log inIt was a lake house.With a shimmering lake in the sunset that reminded me of the last full day I had with Colt. And it almost felt like a joke, a horrible joke.That he would bring me here when I most missed Colt, when I was mourning the future we could have had?Leonardo came from behind me now and kissed my cheek where Colt would have held me from the back so I could lean into him.Fuck! What was with all this comparison?And why was I thinking of him more than I had ever done in the past months? Or…I restrained myself from picking up my phone and calling his penitentiary. I hadn’t done that so far because if I wanted Leonardo’s absolute trust, he had to be convinced Colt was my past.Also, there was still that other fact that Colt lied to me.Regardless of his reasons, he lied. He watched me, kn
COLTIt’s been exactly two months since Olivia left me for Rossi.Well, that sounded a bit more dramatic than how she went about it.She arrived at my holding facility, and sat behind the glass in the visitation booth to tell me she had gone back to the Iron Rose for help.Not only would they get her the Rosetta, they would lead her to the surgeon we had been unable to find for almost a year. But in exchange, she had to do everything to make Rossi trust her.And so my nightmare began.The two began dating immediately, and every damn day I had to hear news about their relationship from my cellmates who were obsessed with her.And during my two court sessions so far, as I was being led out to the police van, pressmen ran after me, to pepper me with questions about it.DO YO
COLTIt was morning when a cop finally led me out of the interrogation room to be booked for my first appearance and possible detention before trial.Olivia was the first visitor, but there was something different in her eyes. “You lied to me.” Her eyes flashed through the cell bars.I stared at her, feeling the oddest of emotions, relief.She knew.She knew, and now I didn’t have to carry this huge burden of guilt around anymore. We stared at each other, and then she started crying again.“Do you realize you just ruined everything for us?” Her hand tightened around the jail bar. “Colt, why!” She yelled angrily, “You could have just told me.”I stared at her, no longer certain why I did any of it anymore. Male ego? The masculine pride I had lost to those men in that sauna, which I was still trying so hard to restore, by making myself non-dismissible and competent. Or did I genuinely do this because I deeply cared about her and didn’t want her to get hurt.She wiped her eyes now. “
OLIVIAI could hear my own voice echoing back to me from the valley below, but I could not feel my voice, or my face. I fell back to the rock, my legs unable to hold me up anymore, but I felt nothing even though when I looked down, my forearms were bruised and bleeding.The last inch of the sun stood where Tara had been standing just a second ago.“Baby, baby.” I heard the baritone as large hands grabbed me, and I shrieked again, before my eyes fixed on those hazel eyes. “I did not push her, I did not push her.” I gasped. “I know, I know Sonsy,” Colt said, trying to hug me. “I saw everything.” But I pushed him away, hurrying to my feet. He did not understand. This crazy woman lured me to the top of this cliff at gunpoint as soon as I arrived at this park and realized it wasn’t Colt who had invited me here to watch the sunset together.At the point where I realized I had just fallen for the same trick he did weeks ago. Tara lured me here with a believable voice message. And the c
“Is Olivia still at the office?” I asked Chris, unable to stop smiling as the jewelry store stood behind us, a rare pink diamond ring in my pocket. I couldn’t wait to see her eyes light up when I went down on one knee.Would she shriek like she did when I got her the car? Or would she be stunned like when she first saw Morvian?“Yes sir.” Chris responded.I nodded and got into the back seat. “Let’s head home first,” I said to the chauffeur in front. I needed to get my bike, and tell Morvian that I was about to ask for his sister’s hand in marriage. At home, I found him walking in the garden with the housekeeper, my jaw tightened, and my throat burned with emotion. I have never seen him walk around like this. He was always sitting or sleeping, too exhausted to have a normal life.Now he was going to live, he was going to grow up to be strong and healthy.Seeing him on his feet out in daylight like this, I realized he was going to be as tall and big as Dean and I. I jerked my head
Only it wasn’t. The day took a left turn as soon as we stepped in the boardroom, and the innovation summit was announced with champagne and camera flashes from a pair of our media team.It grated my nerves to watch that bastard have his hand around Olivia for a photograph, smiling like a goddamn raccoon.I balled my fist under the table as he named Olivia, The incomparable Olivia Auclair in his little speech, modestly hinting to everyone that they both got selected because of her merits. Olivia’s eyes found me then, and her face was blank, but an eye moved in a wink that only I would notice, and I relaxed on my seat again, my breaths coming in more easily. We had barely left the boardroom when the just published article blew up, and all sorts of disgusting narratives began to form.“Novio?” Olivia peeked into my office, and I stood up, hurrying towards her. She smiled, running up like a little girl. “You know you aren’t allowed to die before me, right?” She said, clutching my sho







