LOGINOlivia's POV I closed the door behind me and rested my back against it, a small smile still plastered to my face. I could still feel the heat across my face, recalling my conversation with the stranger downstairs. "I'm Steve Hobbs." He grinned knowingly while my eyes went wide in surprise. The same Steve Hobbs I knew! Not in my wildest dreams did I expect to meet Steve at Mrs Lewis' party, then I realised, all along, he had looked so familiar. "Oh my god!" I stared at him, almost speechless, while he just continued grinning. "Judging by how stunned you are, I'm guessing you're a huge fan." "Of course I am," I tugged my hair behind my ear and adjusted my dress. "How could I not recognise you?" "Well, you had so much on your mind tonight." He shrugged, a small smile still plastered to his face. "You played my favourite song. Your hit song!" I almost squealed.He let out a small laugh, "It's nice meeting you, Ms Olivia of Young Steel." "Do you know me?" "I doubt anyo
~ Olivia's POV ~We sat on a bench together. I was draped in his jacket, staring into the space while he played his guitar. The stranger with the glasses whose name I didn't know took me out of the party in his car to a park. It was late night already, there weren't many people except for a few couples sitting a bench or two away. I was lost in my own world until the strings began to sound familiar. It was one of my favorite songs; I slowly turned to look at him. His eyes were closed, humming as his fingers stroked the strings perfectly, like they belonged there. For some odd reason, he looked familiar but I couldn't figure where I had met him before. He opened his eyes and caught me staring, but I looked away, feeling heat spread across my face. I was thankful it was pretty dark, else I'd be more embarrassed. My phone rang loudly, coming to the rescue, but my heart raced as I stared at the image on my screen, contemplating whether to answer the call or not.
~ Olivia's POV ~ "What do you think you're doing?" I yell as soon as we got out of sight. Leila yanked her hands away from mine. "You don't get to touch me like that, you bitch." "What did you just call me?!" "You heard me. And I'll say it one more time — it's so good to see you riled up because I accidentally bumped into your friend." "That was on purpose. I fucking know you!" "I'm glad you do...since you can't get the job done I did it myself in one night." "You don't deserve her friendship after ruining her life and sleeping with the man." My face stung from the slap that landed on my cheeks the moment the words flew out of my mouth. "Don't you ever call George her man." She snarled. "He was mine from the very beginning till she snatched him away from me. And I didn't ruin her life, she's in a better place now which is supposed to be mine." I held my face as my eyes were laced with tears, I dare not do anything, else I'd be homeless with nothing in no time. "You
~ Travis's POV ~ I walked away from the buzzing music and the grass field filled with people and laughter, into Margaret's plant garden. The evening breeze soothed my mind as the tips of my fingers brushed the flowers while I walked. I let out a sigh as I stared into the sky, filled with so much and yet nothingness—just like myself. Beatrice’s words kept circling in my head. 'Quite the tragedy, what happened to her, wasn’t it?' If only She knew— or maybe she did. Beatrice couldn’t have known how deep that wound ran… unless someone told her. The thought tightened my chest. Whatever reason she had to bring that up, she’d touched something sacred. It was obvious she knew something, she had mentioned my mother alone. She knew who my real mother was. I never got the chance to know her. Not a single picture was left untouched, my father never talked about her and I was forbidden to, till she was buried deep down in our heart. Worse of all, I could hardly remember her face, ev
~ Travis's POV ~ "Mr. Walker, so good to see you here!" I turned around to see one of the board members, Adrian."Of course." I replied sharply, slightly annoyed at the interruption. "I see you're enchanted by your wife's beauty," he said with his eye lustfully trailing after her. "I do not appreciate you bringing my wife up in any case, as it may be." I snarled He chuckled awkwardly. "Never thought you'd be a lover boy."I raised a brow at his offensive compliment. "I do clearly understand you Sir." He bowed slightly. "There he is," Margaret said as she approached me with a young lady in green dress, with heavy dark make up which made her quite scary and fascinating at the same time. "I'd like for you to meet, Ms. Wakefield." Her grin wide as if she was about to introduce her daughter to an intending man for marriage. I scoffed at the sight might be one of her numerous business partners. "Good to see you Sir, I'm Beatrice, the Westlake heiress." "It's a p
~Camilla's POV~ "Are you alright?!" Travis asked concern plastered all over his face. "I will be if you let go of me." I muttered as my racing heart slowed pace. At this point the music was turned very low and everyone was watching. We were already the center for attention but now that a commotion is coming along everyone wants to feed their eyes. "I'm sorry ma'am," a trembling voice said. "You need to watch where you're going next time," another voice snapped. I looked back at the owner of the voice to see the very familiar face wincing trying to brush off the fruits from the mocktail drink on her dress. While the server who carried the drinks bowed repeatedly apologizing. "Leila?!" I gasped surprised to see Olivia's sister here. She looked up at me eyes wide and astonished. "Do you know her?" Travis raised a brow. "Of course, Leila's Olivia's sister." Without giving him another glance I turned to Leila, "Let's get you cleaned up." I draped over her shoulder my







