LOGIN"I asked you a question, Olivia," he murmured. "Are you going to see him?" "No," I choked out, the word broken and final. "No, Daddy. I’ll stay. I’ll stay here with you. Just please... please..." "Good girl," he growled, the praise vibrating against my skin. "You finally learned how to beg properly." ———— Chandler Sterling came back bound by a promise—nothing more. At least, that’s what he tells himself. Olivia Perez was never supposed to matter. She was off-limits, untouchable, too young—the daughter of the one man he could never betray. Once, she was just a little girl in the background. Now, she’s grown. Defiant. Reckless in a way that gets under his skin and refuses to leave. And the more he watches her, the more something inside him starts to unravel. It begins with control—stepping in, setting limits, reminding her who she belongs to. But it doesn’t stop there. Because his anger lingers too long when she’s with her boyfriend. The thoughts he’s having were never supposed to exist. On the other hand, Olivia knows something has changed. Chandler isn’t the same man she once admired from a distance. He’s colder now. Harder. Watching her like she’s something he needs to keep in line… or something he’s trying not to take. And maybe she should be afraid of that. Of him. Of the way his control feels less like protection and more like possession. But fear isn’t what she feels. Because the line they’re standing on isn’t just dangerous— it’s already breaking.
View More***Olivia's POV***The heavy click of the front door closing behind Mika and Hannah echoed. I didn't move from the dining chair. My laptop screen had gone black, reflecting my own nervous expression. I could hear his footsteps, slow and steady, moving from his chair to me. "Olivia—" "Mika was just exaggerating. She talks too much, you know that. It's just because we’ve worked together since freshman year. It’s purely academic. It’s nothing." "Look at me." I forced my chin up. He wasn't across the room anymore. He was standing right in front of me, looking down at me. The wholesome warmth from earlier was gone. He reached up, slowly undoing his tie and pulling it free from his collar, dropping it onto the table. "Kneel," he commanded. My breath hitched. "Chandler, please, let’s just talk—" "I said kneel." I pushed my chair back, the legs scraping loudly against the floor. My heart was hammering in my chest so hard it hurt. I moved to the floor, my knees hitting the f
***Olivia’s POV*** The fear Seraphina planted in my chest didn't go away. It sat there, cold and heavy, even as the days blurred into weeks. For the last two weeks, either Seraphina was here with Gelo, acting like she owned the place, or Chandler was gone for hours at a time to the hotel they were staying at. With school break coming to an end in a few days, I needed a distraction before I lost my mind. I invited Mika and Hannah over to help me finish some projects, but mostly so I wouldn't have to be alone with my thoughts. "Girl, you are literally staring at the doorway," Mika said, throwing a crumpled piece of paper at me. "Focus. We need to finish these slides." I blinked, looking down at my laptop. "I'm focusing." "No, you're not," Hannah said, leaning back in the dining chair. "You’re down bad, Olivia. Like, actually obsessed. You were never like this with Drake. You were clingy with him, sure, but with Mr. Stirling? It's becoming scary." I felt my cheeks heat up.
***Olivia’s POV*** I was back in my art room, trying to focus on a new painting, but my mind was still replaying the look on Seraphina’s face in the living room. I felt a strange mix of thrill and nerves. I had marked my territory, but I knew she wasn’t the type to just walk away. The door creaked open, and I expected it to be Chandler. Instead, a small head of ginger hair peeked through. Gelo looked around the room, his eyes wide as they landed on the canvases. "Whoa," he whispered, stepping inside. "Are these all yours?" I softened immediately, setting my paint brush down. "Most of them. Do you like them?" He walked up to a landscape I just started working on today, his small fingers hovering over the dried paint. "It looks like the garden outside! Can you teach me?" "Teach you?" I chuckled, pulling out a small clean paint brush for him. "I’m not that very good, little guy. I’m still learning myself." "No," he said firmly, shaking his head. "Daddy says you’re the best
***Olivia’s POV*** I woke up feeling the heavy, comfortable ache of a body that had been thoroughly fucked. I just lay there, naked under the sheets. Chandler was already gone, but the bed still felt warm. My thoughts drifted back to his confession. The betrayal, the cheating, the fact that Gelo wasn’t even his. I sat up and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I started to count the hickeys he left on me. One, two, three... a dark, blossoming purple kiss marks right on the curve of my shoulder, another on my collarbone. He had been so intense last night, like he was trying to pour all his stress and all his possession into my skin. I knew Gelo was coming today, and I knew Seraphina wouldn’t stay behind. I got ready, picking out a black dress that looked modest enough, but if I moved a certain way, the marks on my neck were impossible to miss. By ten, I heard the car pull up. My heart did a slow, heavy beat. I stayed at the top of the stairs, watching the door open.
***Chandler's POV*** It was the third day since my return to New York, and a frustrating pattern had already begun to emerge. I rarely saw her. Olivia was a ghost in my own home, she stayed out until the early hours, returning just in time for bed, and we shared nothing but brief, quiet dinner
***Olivia's POV***The damp New York air hit my face as I practically sprinted down the long, winding driveway. My heels clicked against the ground, a frantic sound that matched the pulse thrumming in my neck. At the end of the gates, tucked under the shadow of a tree, Drake’s silver car sat qui
***Olivia's POV***I clutched my heels against my chest, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. It was 5:00 AM. I just needed to get to the front door. Drake was waiting at the end of the driveway from the estate, his car probably parked in the dark. I reached the bottom of the
***Olivia's POV*** The grief hadn't been a quiet thing. One day, I was the pampered daughter of James Perez, the next, I was listening to a lawyer read a will that sounded more like a prison sentence. I was staring at the ceiling, wondering if I could jump from the balcony without breaking my nec






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