Olivia Regret tastes like the blood in my mouth and the stench of petrol burning my lungs. A cough rips through me, sharp and wet. Chains dig into my wrists, the cold metal biting deep, cutting skin. The smell of mold clings to everything in the warehouse, mixing with gasoline soaking the floor beneath me. My knees scream from hours on the concrete, swollen, bruised. Click. Clack. The sharp sound of heels slices through the silence. My head pounds, a dull ache of agony, but I force myself to look up. “Well, well, well… I see you’re enjoying your stay here, my darling Liv.” Hate churns in my throat, a bitter and corrosive bile, as my eyes meet Kaylee’s. She looks unbothered—like she didn’t just have me beaten half to death. A cruel smirk stretches her lips, her dark eyes shiny with wicked amusement. “Oh, c’mon, don’t look at me like that.” She pouts, her voice laced with mock pity as she struts closer. “Why?” My voice is a shaky whisper, barely more than a breath, as C
Olivia Pain. Heat. Fire. My skin blisters under the unbearable heat. Smoke wraps around me, thick and suffocating, clawing its way into my lungs. I thrash, desperate to escape the burning agony. Two shadows loom just beyond the flames. Their faces twisted with cruel amusement, as if they’re enjoying my torment. “No, please don’t do this!” My scream cracks, raw and desperate. “No, pleas—” "Hold still." A deep, velvety voice cuts through the fog. A voice I know. It’s not the fire. It’s not hell. I blink my eyes open, my breath ragged. The light blinds me—too pure, too white. My pulse pounds in my chest, like it might shatter. This isn’t death. The light is too clean. There's no fire. No smoke. Then where am I? “Open your mouth.” The command is firm, clipped, allowing no argument. I obey on instinct. Something cool slips beneath my tongue—metal, smooth. A thermometer? “You still have a fever,” the voice says again, calmer this time. My heart skips a beat. Panic surg
Olivia My fingers curl into fists against the mattress, nails biting into my palms as my mind scrambles for an answer. What do I say? I can’t just blurt out that I’ve been reborn—he’d probably think I’ve lost my damn mind. Sebastian cocks an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. The weight of his stare makes my head spin, my throat dry. I’m losing control of this moment, and I can’t afford that. So, I resort to the only thing I know will soften him. Pouting slightly, I press into his arms again, my voice dipping into something breathy and pleading. "Because I know now that you’re the only one meant for me. I’ve been blind all these years. Won’t you give your wife one more chance to show you how much she’s changed?" For a second—a flicker of hesitation flashes in his eyes. He’s thinking about it. But then, his jaw tightens, his muscles coiling beneath my touch. His hands push at my arms, his scowl deepening. "The Olivia I know isn’t really one to change after three nights in t
Olivia Bingo. Of course, he took my bait. Typical Philip. Forcing a confused look on my face, more tears stream down my cheeks, my lips trembling like a fragile leaf in the wind. “W-why can’t I get divorced, Philip?” My voice comes out small, desperate. I clutch at his hands like a woman drowning, every bit the lovesick fool I used to be. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be without you for a single second!” My voice cracks, and I sniff, letting my shoulders tremble just enough to sell the act. Philip exhales as if he’s been carrying the weight of the world. “I know, babe, I know,” he murmurs after a moment, lifting my fingers to his lips. I fight the urge to wrench my hand away and scrub it against the sheets. God, how did I ever fall for this? His breath is warm against my skin, but all it does is send a sickening chill down my spine. His head dips, like he’s ashamed, and I almost roll my eyes. Oh please, Cue he guilty act. “I’m not worthy of you, Liv. I can’t stand to c
Sebastian "Won’t you give your wife one more chance to show you how much she’s changed?" Those words loop in my mind, tangled with the lingering sensation of her lips on mine. The way she moaned so softly, the way her eyes clung to me as if I were her entire world—Olivia has to be suffering from brain damage. How is this the same woman who, every damn day since we married, couldn’t meet my eyes without spitting venom—without cursing her fate…without cursing me? And now, suddenly, she’s pleading for a second chance? The thought alone is maddening, fucking confusing. In three years of marriage, not a day passed without Olivia throwing a tantrum, creating some new drama, doing everything in her power to gravitate closer to that dunce of a man, Philip Morris. But this morning? This morning, she was so... “Sir?” A voice halts my thoughts, and I blink back to reality, realizing I’m still sitting in the boardroom. “Yes?” My voice is composed, as if I hadn’t just been dr
Olivia “How do you feel now dear?” the doctor asks, checking my vitals, her brows furrowing as her gaze drops to the reopened wounds on my wrists.A flush creeps up my cheeks, uninvited but impossible to hide. I cough, forcing out a, “I’m fine, doc…just tired.”She smiles sympathetically, her voice soft. “That’s a given, since—”Her words are abruptly cut off. Both our heads whip toward the door as a sharp knock pierces the quiet, followed by the soft creak of it opening.Expecting it to be Sebastian, my heart skips, doing a silly little flip—and then promptly crashes.I frown in disapointment as Mark–Sebastian’s personal assistant steps in instead.His eyes dart to the doctor first, cautious and apologetic."Uh… sorry for interrupting, ma'am."Her brows knit, lips parting, probably to scold him for the intrusion, but I cut in quickly. "It's okay, doc. I know him."She pauses, studies me for a beat longer than necessary, then nods. "In that case, I’ll excuse you both."“Good afternoo
“Olivia?" The warm, familiar gasp of my name slams into me like a jolt of lightning. I rip away from Sebastian as if scorched, a deep flush blooming wildly across my cheeks. My eyes fly wide, heart thundering as I catch sight of the last two people I ever expected to see standing at the door—my mom and dad.Looking absolutely stunned, like they’ve just walked in on something they never thought they'd see. A reality they couldn’t have even imagined."M–Mom? Dad?" I whisper, the words trembling on my lips, disbelieving and breathless. The sight of them feels like a hallucination. How long had it been? How long since I saw those eyes, felt their presence?This—this moment was…"Ahem… Well. This was… unexpected," my dad mutters, clearing his throat with awkward authority. His eyes dart between me and Sebastian with an astonished expression. They walk toward us slowly, like they’re afraid we’ll disappear if they blink."Mother-in-law. Father-in-law," Sebastian greets warmly, nodding respe
Olivia I had one mission tonight, and it was to seduce my husband.After dinner with my parents and the subtle approval in their eyes, I knew I had to keep building this momentum. The old Olivia would have never allowed Sebastian in her room.But now I was about inviting him into my arms and maybe even into my heart properly this time.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the strap of my black, sleek nightgown. It was soft, delicate, just sheer enough to spark interest without screaming desperate.I spritzed a little perfume on, then let my hair fall over my shoulder in waves.I climbed into the bed, carefully positioning myself without looking like I was trying so hard—which I actually was.I dimmed the room lights to set the atmosphere, the lights casting a warm and inviting glow.Then the door cracked open.I didn’t look at him. Not yet. I wanted him to drink in my appearance.He stepped inside, steps slow and gentle like he was trying to comprehend what he was seeing.I slow
OliviaMy eyes fluttered open as golden light spilled into the room like honey, sliding across the silk sheets and kissing my bare skin with warmth. I turned to face Sebastian, who slept peacefully beside me. His eyes were still closed, his face relaxed—he looked so calm, no blemishes or those marring scars lingering on his face like it had when I'd damaged his face. I couldn’t resist reaching out to touch him.My fingers traced along his soft skin; it was smoother than silk. My breath caught as I took in the sight—his thick lashes resting against his cheeks, that sharp jawline, and the subtle rise and fall of his chest. He looked even more handsome while he slept, and the sight alone brought a warm smile to my lips.Olivia, you are one lucky girl. I mean, just look at the man!That face? Sinfully beautiful. And mine. God must’ve had a weak moment when he handed me this man.I brushed my fingers against his ears. He let out a low groan, eyes still closed. “Don’t stop now,” his voice l
Olivia"You know this isn’t necessary, right? I can walk."A bright grin broke out, and his whole face lit up with laughter. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and for a moment, I forgot everything else.I held onto him as he walked up the stairs… of our home, to our room. His steps were strong and steady, and I could feel the faintest bounce in his stride, like he was proud of carrying me—like I was precious cargo and not a woman who hadn't showered in days."I know you can, but I chose to carry you—because I can, and I'm your husband, so I have every right to." Sebastian said, a soft pout forming at the corners of his mouth. It was the cutest damn thing I'd ever seen and made me want to poke his cheek just to see if he’d bite.I kept my head tucked into the curve of his neck, breathing him in. Warm skin. Crisp soap. That soft expensive cologne he always wore—the kind that smelled like power and storms and safety.And I smelled like... hospital. Bandages. Antiseptic. Shame.He should
Sebastian“Olivia... Olivia!"She was out cold on the floor.The sight knocked the air clean out of my lungs. My heartbeat spiked, racing against the time I suddenly didn’t have. One second stretched into an eternity as I stood frozen, the world around me falling into a suffocating silence that screamed louder than anything I’d ever heard.In that moment, a thousand thoughts raced through my mind, tripping over each other in a chaotic blur—but none screamed louder than pure, searing confusion.What the hell had happened to her?Was this Philip? What did he do to her? Why wasn’t anyone—anyone—in the goddamn mansion to help her? This place always felt like it was overflowing with people when I needed quiet. Now, when I needed someone—anyone—it was a graveyard.Did he find out she was spying on him?Fuck, I just got her back. I just held her, kissed her, heard her voice—and now this?I stared at her unconscious body lying so still on the cold marble floor, her dark hair fanned around her
OliviaWas what I did stupid? Yes.Was it necessary though? Also yes.When Kaylee dropped me off, I immediately started to make my way upstairs. It took about two hours for the poison to start taking effect, and I had a couple of minutes left.The fact that Kaylee thought I didn’t know she added something to my drink shows how much they underestimated me. That was good.I'd remembered this exact same scenario happening in my past life, only now she poisoned me much sooner than expected. She must be desperate.Back then, Kaylee did the same thing. Whenever I left a drink and came back, or whenever she brought me one, it always had a funny smell. But I never gave much thought to it, seeing that she was like a sister to me and all that bullshit.Now, looking at it from this perspective—that was when it hit me. It wasn’t just the beating or the malnourishment in that warehouse that made me unable to move.The weakness I felt... my nerves refusing to respond, even with all my willpower. I
KayleeOlivia took us to The Golden Fork, one of the most expensive and luxurious restaurants in New York—always packed to the brim like a glass of overpriced champagne. It was the kind of place with gold-rimmed glasses, violin music floating in the air, and waiters who acted like royalty serving royalty. A reservation here was practically myth. You’d have to sell your soul—or marry rich. Naturally, Olivia had found her way in.“Oh my God, this is beautiful!” I gushed, eyes wide, pretending to be thrilled while the sparkle in my voice rang just false enough. “I’ve always wanted to come hereee.”But not with her. Definitely not with her.“It took me a couple of days to get this reservation, but Sebastian made it happen,” she added, rolling her eyes like Sebastian was the human equivalent of a paper cut.We got to the table, and the servers didn’t waste a second. Like clockwork, they began rolling out the food—steam wafting from the dishes like edible perfume. My eyes flicked sideways
Kaylee"Father, forgive me, for I have sinned," I started in confession, pouring out my heart to the Reverend."Speak, my child, for the Lord forgives all, and He will make you pure."I looked up before bringing my head back down. I didn’t need purity.Ugh, I didn’t need forgiveness. I was only here because it was a family tradition—we always had to come confess our sins, and my fucking mother had roped me into this charade.The scent of waxy candles and faint incense clung to the confessional like stale regret. The wood beneath me creaked in protest, almost like it couldn’t handle the weight of my thoughts."Father, I hate my best friend, and I want her to burn in hell. No, I feel like burning her myself...""Hate is a serious sin, my daughter, but the Lord sees the heart, and He will forgive you your sins," the aged Father said in a shaky voice, as though his brittle soul couldn’t quite wrap itself around mine.I didn’t believe in God, and sure as hell didn’t want His forgiveness. I
SebastianI stood, lost in thought, barely aware of my surroundings. The sunlight was warm against my skin, but it did nothing to ground me. My grip tightened unconsciously, and the memory of Olivia—her smile, her body, her voice—played over and over in my head like a broken record.I couldn’t believe how much she had changed.Was she always this..radiant? Just the thought of being without her annoyed me.I want to speak to her every second of every day. She intoxicates me more than alcohol—her body, her curves, her perfection.It wasn't just physical. There was something in her presence that distracted me. The Olivia I knew was cold, and she could never stand me. Even when I was being nice, she hated everything about me.I'd loved her since childhood. Back then, Olivia was a complete menace—always chasing me around the neighborhood, asking for help with the simplest things just to be near me, and boldly declaring she’d marry me one day because I was “too handsome to go to waste.” I
The atmosphere felt awkward—Sebastian was right beside me, and Philip had just called him a psychopath.The air between us felt thick, like walking through fog made of tension. My heart hammered in my chest like it was trying to break out and run away from the mess I was about to make. I glanced at Sebastian, wondering how he would feel if I overplayed my role. I had just promised never to hurt him, and yet here I was, about to do it again.But what Sebastian did next took me by surprise—he took my hand in his.Warmth radiated from his touch, gentle but grounding, like he knew I was on the verge of spiraling and he refused to let me fall. For a second, my breath caught. My brain screamed to yank my hand away, to retreat into the safety of guilt, but my body? It leaned into him. Traitor.I wasn’t sure whether to move or just stay in that moment. His touch was warm, and it comforted me.He gave me a small nod and a reassuring smile. He really knew how to read people. I felt so nervous a
Olivia I waited for him to say something. He'd been quiet for some time, and the silence made my heart race. My pulse thudded heavily in my ears, each second stretching into eternity. The air between us felt heavier than before, pressing down on my chest like a weight I couldn’t shake. Did he believe me? Did any of what I said even matter to him?I wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t. Hell, I wouldn't believe myself if I was in his shoes. But the only thing I had now was hope—thin, fragile, clinging hope that maybe, just maybe, he could still see the woman I was trying to become."Look, I know you still—""Don't."He placed a finger gently on my lips, silencing me. That single touch sent a shiver down my spine, curling through my body like wildfire. His skin was warm against mine—so warm it burned."Don't worry about it," he said in a low voice, his tone like velvet wrapping around my nerves."I believe you."His words struck me like cold rain against overheated skin—jarring, unexpected,