LOGINOlivia’s POVI stared at Nathan like I had misheard him.“In my apartment building?” I repeated faintly.Nathan nodded once, his face carved from stone.Every ounce of warmth from moments earlier vanished instantly.The room suddenly felt too small.Too quiet.Too dangerous.“That doesn’t make sense,” I whispered automatically. “He doesn’t even know I still have that apartment.”Nathan didn’t answer right away.Which told me everything.Mitchell knew far more than we realized.A cold wave of dread crawled through my chest.“What kind of car?” I asked shakily.Nathan glanced back at his phone. “Black Audi SUV. Registered under a shell company.”Of course it was.Mitchell had always hidden behind layers.Fake accounts. Fake numbers. Fake apologies.Nothing was ever direct with him.“How long has it been there?”Nathan’s jaw tightened. “Three days.”My stomach dropped violently.Three days.Three days Mitchell had potentially been sitting outside my old apartment while I moved blindly th
Olivia’s POVMy entire body went cold.Nathan’s expression changed instantly the second Tyler spoke.Not fear.Something worse.Calculation.The kind that happens when danger stops being theoretical.“Nathan?” I whispered.He held up one finger toward me silently, eyes still fixed ahead.“Describe him,” he said into the phone.Tyler answered immediately. “Male. Mid-thirties. Dark hoodie, baseball cap. Standing across the street near the south entrance.”My breathing became uneven.“Nathan…”“The sign,” Nathan snapped. “What does it say?”A pause.Then Tyler cursed softly.Oh God.“What?” Nathan demanded.“It says…” Tyler hesitated. “‘Daddy deserves to meet his baby.’”The room tilted beneath me.A sharp wave of nausea hit so suddenly I had to grab the edge of the counter to steady myself.Nathan turned toward me instantly.“Hey—sit down.”I shook my head rapidly. “No. No, no, no…”This couldn’t be happening.Not this fast.Not here.Nathan’s penthouse suddenly felt exposed despite the
Olivia’s POVFor a moment, I forgot how to breathe.The sound of Vanessa’s voice hit me like a hand around my throat—cool, polished, terrifyingly familiar.Nathan’s entire body went rigid beside me.“Vanessa,” I said quietly, forcing strength into my voice even though my pulse was spiraling out of control.A soft laugh crackled through the speaker.“There she is.”God.She sounded exactly the same.Like Manhattan rooftops and expensive champagne and secrets whispered behind closed doors.Like danger wrapped in silk.Nathan reached for my hand under the counter, grounding me instantly.“What do you want?” he asked coldly.Vanessa hummed thoughtfully. “Straight to business. I can see why she likes you.”My stomach twisted.Nathan’s grip tightened slightly.“You’re trespassing into dangerous territory,” he said evenly. “So I’ll ask you once more before this becomes a legal matter—what do you want?”Another laugh.“You CEOs always think lawyers scare people.”“No,” Nathan replied calmly.
Olivia’s POVFor a second, I genuinely thought I was still asleep.“...Vanessa?” I whispered.Nathan’s expression remained grim. “You know her?”A bitter laugh escaped me before I could stop it.“Unfortunately.”Vanessa Owens had worked with me in New York years ago. Smart. Charming. Ruthless when she wanted something badly enough. We’d never exactly been friends, but we’d orbited the same circles long enough for me to understand one thing about Vanessa:She never did anything without personal gain.“What the hell would she want with me?” I murmured.Nathan leaned back against the counter, arms crossed. “That’s what we’re going to find out.”But my mind was already racing.Vanessa knew Mitchell.Not well—but enough.I remembered seeing them together twice at industry events. Once at a fundraiser. Once at a launch party where Mitchell spent half the night whispering in her ear while she laughed like she already knew every secret in the room.At the time, I hadn’t cared.Now?Now it fel
Olivia's pov I barely slept, again. But this time, it wasn’t fear keeping me up—it was purpose. There was something empowering about having all the evidence laid out on my table, about finally opening the box I’d kept sealed for over a year. I’d been afraid that confronting it would shatter me, but it didn’t. If anything, it lit a fire under me. I had proof. I had support. I had something worth fighting for. Myself. My child. And—whether I was ready to admit it out loud or not—Nathan. So when I woke the next morning, I wasn’t running. I was planning. The first thing I did was call my lawyer. Technically, former lawyer—Eleanor Braverman had represented me in the early stages of separating from Mitchell, back when I still believed the legal system would offer protection from men like him. It didn’t. Not really. But Eleanor had been one of the few people who genuinely tried. Who believed me. Who fought when no one else would. She picked up on the second ring. “Olivia?” she
Olivia's pov The message stayed with me the whole night. Even after I tucked my phone beneath my pillow, even after I shut my eyes and begged sleep to take me—it’s not over—those words throbbed in my skull like a warning bell I couldn’t silence. By the time the first weak rays of morning light spilled through my window, I hadn’t slept more than twenty minutes. My stomach churned with a sickening cocktail of anxiety and nausea, and my body felt like it had been through a storm. But I got up anyway. Because that’s what you do when fear tries to paralyze you. You move. You breathe. You keep going. I took a longer shower than usual, letting the hot water beat down my back and loosen some of the tightness from my shoulders. I brushed out my hair slowly, carefully—trying to create a sense of control in at least one small area of my life. The baby fluttered inside me—a soft, reassuring little nudge that reminded me I wasn’t alone. “Hey,” I whispered to the bump, rest
Olivia's pov The photo sat on my nightstand, flipped over, but I could still feel its presence like it was burning through the wood. Sleep hadn’t come. I’d changed positions a dozen times, counted backward from a hundred, tried breathing exercises—but none of it worked. My mind wouldn’t stop sp
OliviaThe words were still there when I opened my phone again.Does he know who you really are?I sat on the edge of my bed, fingers numb and vision blurry. I’d stared at the message so long it had burned into my eyes. No number. No name. Just six little words that threatened to crack the foundati
I closed the door behind me, resting my forehead against the cool wood as I let out the breath I’d been holding since I walked away from him. My heart still thudded against my ribs, louder than it had during the conversation itself.He hadn’t run.That was the part that kept echoing in my head.He







