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Chapter Nineteen.

Author: Princess Adenusi
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Chapter Nineteen

Olivia’s POV

I was pacing Fabian’s penthouse like a caged animal, my bare feet padding on the cold marble floor. The city skyline glittered through the massive windows, but it felt like a million miles away.

For weeks now, I’ve been going back and forth between my apartment, his penthouse, and the office, like some kind of restless ghost searching for peace that didn’t exist.

Maybe it was stability I was after, or maybe it was just a way to stop hating myself for every mistake I had made in the past.

It started with the door.

Not just any door, that one. The single locked door in Fabian’s sprawling penthouse. Every time I walked down that hallway, it sat there like a question no one had answered. Like a secret breathing softly behind polished wood.

I hadn’t noticed it right away. But once I did, it became impossible not to. He never mentioned it, never touched it. And I never asked.

Until I did.

The day was quiet. Too quiet. He was out at some brunch meeting that did
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