Olivia Harris's life is turned upside down when her younger brother, Raymond, gets into trouble with the law. Desperate to help him, she seeks out the city's top lawyer, Christopher Brooks, who has a reputation for winning any case he takes. Despite his initial refusal, Christopher's best friend proposes a shocking deal: marry Christopher in exchange for his help. Olivia agrees, and they embark on a marriage of convenience. As they step deeper into Christopher’s dangerous world, their lives are threatened by a sinister plot orchestrated by a mysterious figure who seems determined to destroy them both. Attacks and threats escalate, putting Olivia's life in danger. And when Christopher is involved in a mysterious accident that leaves him with amnesia, Olivia must fight to protect herself and the man she's grown to love. Can she uncover the truth behind the sinister plot, expose the mastermind behind it, help Christopher regain his memory, and save her brother Raymond from his impending court case before it's too late?
View MoreOlivia paced nervously in the corridor, her heart racing uncontrollably as she checked her watch for what felt like the hundredth time. This was the day she had waited for so long – the day she would finally meet Christopher Brooks, the renowned lawyer known for his impeccable track record. She had dressed impeccably for the occasion, her dark brown hair tied into a sleek bun and her tailored business suit accentuating her slender figure.
As she paced, the sound of her high heels clicking on the polished tiled floor echoed through the corridor. Suddenly, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps and turned to see a man dressed in a crisp white shirt and well-ironed pants walking towards her, accompanied by another man who looked like he had just rolled out of bed. Olivia's eyes widened as she caught sight of Christopher Brooks, his piercing blue eyes and chiseled features leaving her breathless. Brooks walked to the end of the corridor, oblivious to her presence, and shuffled through his keys before unlocking a door. Olivia gulped, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The man who had been following Brooks stopped in front of her, his eyes scanning her from head to toe before raising an eyebrow. "Is there an issue, miss?" he asked, his tone polite but curious. Olivia stammered, "G-good morning," before taking a deep breath and adjusting her posture to exude more confidence. "I have a meeting with Mr. Christopher Brooks," she explained, her voice steady now. "I applied for weeks, and I was finally able to secure a meeting with him today." The man raised an eyebrow, seemingly impressed, and offered her a small smile. "Well, then. Give me a minute." With that, he turned and walked into the office, leaving Olivia standing alone in the corridor, her heart still racing with anticipation. In less than five minutes, the door swung open, and the guy ushered Olivia in. She offered him a smile, attempting to exude confidence despite her racing heart. Taking slow, deliberate steps, she entered the opulent office, surrounded by rich, dark wood paneling and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The room was adorned with lavish artwork and plush furnishings, exuding the wealth and sophistication of its occupant. A majestic mahogany desk dominated the space, behind which Christopher Brooks sat, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the file in front of him. The door closed softly behind her, and the other man spoke, breaking the silence. "She's here." Christopher finally lifted his gaze, his eyes locking onto Olivia's. "Sit," he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. Olivia maintained her composure, despite her nerves, and took a seat in one of the plush leather chairs opposite his desk. "I'll go straight to the point," she said, meeting his gaze. "I need your help fighting a case." Christopher's eyebrows furrowed, and he sighed. "My hands are full, Miss..." "Olivia. Olivia Harris," she replied promptly. "Miss Olivia, I have my hands full. I can recommend another lawyer who will help you," he offered, his tone detached. Olivia's eyes narrowed slightly. "If I wanted another lawyer, I wouldn't have applied to see you," she said softly, her voice laced with determination. "I need your help." A minute of silence hung in the air before Christopher spoke. "Can I see the case?" Olivia quickly retrieved a file from her bag and handed it to him. He took it, his eyes scanning the contents. "Murder," he murmured, flipping a page. "His prints were found on the gun and at the crime scene... I'm sorry, Miss Harris, but my hands are full right now." "Please, sir," she pleaded, not losing her composure despite the desperation creeping into her voice. "I heard you're the best defense lawyer and take cases you feel deserve justice. My brother didn't do it, he's innocent. Please, you have to help us." Christopher Brooks leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together as he regarded Olivia with a detached expression. "This is a high-profile criminal case, Olivia. I also have my hands full. I'm afraid I won't be able to take on your brother's case." Olivia's heart shattered into a million pieces. She had promised her brother that she'd get the best lawyer and eventually get him out of jail. And this man in front of her was one of the best criminal defense lawyers in the country. Now he was rejecting her. "You can ask anything from me," she spoke, her voice shaking a bit from sadness. "I could work as a maid in your house all my life or even..." A loud, mocking laugh interrupted her, and she gulped, taken aback. What had she said that was so funny? Christopher Brooks' laughter slowly subsided, and he leaned forward, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Do you know how much I charge, Miss Olivia?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. She shook her head, feeling a sense of trepidation. "Not only are you asking me to defend your case, you want it on charity?" he asked, his tone incredulous. "I'm afraid I don't work for free, Miss Olivia. My services come with a hefty price tag. Are you prepared to pay top dollar for my expertise?" She blinked continuously, her eyes welling up with tears as the harsh reality sank in. She couldn't afford a high-class lawyer like Christopher Brooks. But she refused to give up. There was always a price to pay, and she was willing to pay it. "I may not have the finance," she began, her voice trembling slightly, "but I can work to pay for it. I'll do anything, just please-" Christopher Brooks cut her off with a curt gesture, his expression dismissive. "Leave," he shunned her, his voice cold and detached. Olivia gulped, feeling a sting from his rejection. "You must be delusional to think I'll take up this case for free," he sneered, his eyes glinting with amusement. Olivia's face burned with determination. "It's not for free, Mr. Christopher Brooks," she challenged, her voice steady. He raised an eyebrow, seemingly taken aback by her boldness. "You can give me time, and I'll definitely come up with the money for you," she pressed on, her eyes locked on his. Christopher Brooks snorted, his expression mocking. "Rubbish," he spat, his tone dripping with disdain. "Nathan, see her out." The other man in the room, who had been silently observing the exchange, stepped forward. "Please leave, Miss Olivia. I'm done here," he said firmly, his voice devoid of emotion. Tears welled up in Olivia's eyes, and she bit her lip softly to stifle a sob. She stood up from the chair, her movements slow and deliberate. As she gathered her belongings, her eyes locked onto Christopher Brooks', a fierce determination burning within them. "I'll be back, Mr. Christopher Brooks," she vowed, her voice steady. "This time, with the money. And you're going to help me." With that, she turned on her heel and walked away from the room, leaving Christopher Brooks and his assistant staring after her.One Week Later Christopher stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the sleeves of his tailored suit. The morning light poured into his room, casting a soft glow over the sharp lines of his navy-blue jacket. His expression was focused, jaw tight, eyes heavy with responsibility. Today was Raymond’s hearing. And this time, he wouldn’t fail. He straightened his tie and glanced at his reflection, inhaling deeply before exhaling slowly. There would be no car issues today, he had personally overseen every detail. No tampered brakes. No surprises. He wasn’t taking any chances. Not again. He smoothed his lapel and reached for his case files. Everything he needed to argue Raymond’s innocence was neatly arranged inside. Witness statements. Contradictions in the original case. Gaps the prosecution didn’t want anyone to notice. He had worked hard. Pushed through pain, stress, and sleepless nights. But it didn’t matter, because today, he had to show up. For Raymond. And for Olivia
Christopher stood still, staring after Racheal as she walked away. His brows furrowed in confusion. What had just happened? Why was she crying? He replayed the conversation in his head. She had told him she was pregnant, and he had congratulated her. He had meant it. Deep down, he was genuinely happy for her. A new life was always something to be celebrated… wasn’t it? So why did she look shattered? Maybe she’d expected a different reaction. Maybe she had hoped for more than just a smile and soft words. He sighed, realizing that no matter how good his intentions were, he might have said too little. Shaking his head, Christopher turned to go back inside. His body was still weak from the hospital stay, and he needed to rest. But the moment he took two steps forward, a sudden, sharp pain exploded in his head. He gasped and stumbled, his hand flying to his temple. It was unbearable, like a hammer slamming into his skull over and over again. The pain was so intense he could har
When Olivia opened her eyes again, the first thing she saw were the plain white walls surrounding her. The harsh fluorescent light above made her squint, and the steady beeping of a monitor nearby confirmed what she feared, she was in a hospital. For a moment, everything felt hazy. Her mind struggled to catch up. There was a strange sense of déjà vu, and she was unsure how she got there. She blinked slowly, trying to focus. Her body ached slightly, her head felt heavy, and her limbs didn’t move as easily as she wanted. Then, like a wave crashing down, the memories returned. Olivia stirred, her body aching as she slowly sat up. Her head throbbed, and she winced slightly. The last thing she remembered was the sudden force, the door of the car flying open and her body hitting the hard ground. She must have blacked out after that. Just then, the door creaked open, and Christopher stepped in, Nathan right behind him. The moment Christopher saw her awake, relief washed over his face
Christopher paced, worried. Olivia wasn’t back and it was unlike her. The rain was pouring loudly, drumming against the windows and roof. He had dialed her number several times, but it didn’t go through. Not even once. No rings. Just silence. Nathan sat on the couch, legs crossed, trying to remain calm despite the tension in the room. “Relax,” he said, watching Christopher with a raised brow. “She’ll be back. She’ll be fine.” Christopher ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched. “How can I relax? She’s not home. She didn’t say she’d be late, she’s not picking up, and it’s storming like hell out there.” Nathan leaned forward slightly. “It’s raining. Maybe the driver hasn’t gotten to her yet. Maybe traffic’s insane. Don’t jump to conclusions.” “But what if something’s wrong?” Christopher muttered, staring at the window like he expected Olivia to walk in any second. “What if—” He paused, unable to finish the thought. The recent threats. The masked man. All of it came floodi
Sophia’s fingers hovered above her phone screen, a frown tugging at her lips as another message from the unknown number appeared. A video file. Her stomach clenched. Something about this felt off. Her heart skipped a beat. With trembling fingers, she tapped it open, a creeping dread already twisting in her chest. The moment the video began to play, her breath caught. No. No. No. Her entire face drained of color. It was her. Her… and him. Caught in the most intimate moment. A private recording she never even knew existed. Her secret. Her biggest mistake. Now in someone else’s hands. Panic surged through her. She typed quickly, her hands trembling so hard the phone nearly slipped from her grasp. 'WTF?! Who are you?' Her pulse thundered in her ears. She didn’t know whether to scream or cry. Then came the response— 'I will release it to the public with a caption that'll ruin you for life.' Sophia’s breath hitched. She stared at the screen like it had slapped her
"You don’t mean that… do you?" Racheal’s voice trembled, her eyes narrowing with disbelief. Alex had to be bluffing. There was no way he’d stoop this low. But the mocking grin on his face told her otherwise. "I’ll give you money," she said quickly, desperation rising. "Whatever amount you want. Just delete that video." Alex let out a dark chuckle, leaning back like he was enjoying every second. “Tch. Poor Racheal,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Relax. I won’t send the video to anyone…” Her eyes flickered with brief hope. “…but you’ll have to take off your clothes.” The hope shattered instantly. Her throat closed up as fresh tears filled her eyes. Her mind spun through every consequence. If the video got out—her name, her reputation, her status would be destroyed. And worse, if he leaked the pregnancy test to Christopher, everything she had worked for would collapse and she'd be tied to Alex forever. That was her nightmare. It had always been Christopher
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