تسجيل الدخول[Carter’s pov]A day earlier…..The first thing I noticed when I stepped into my office was Ronan. My blood boiled seeing that he dared to walk in my office. The fucker had the audacity to make moves on my wife.The second was Pierce standing half a step behind him, hands clasped loosely behind his back like he had all the patience in the world.And the third…the third was the sudden, immediate urge to break both their jaws. I knew Ronan but whomever the fuck was the other guy; I didn’t get a good feeling from him either.My hand tightened around the doorknob.Every muscle in my body went rigid.For half a second, no one spoke. Nobody even dared to move at all. The silence inside the room stretched taut, sharp enough to cut our egos.Ronan and I glared at each other.Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind my desk. Of all the people I expected to find waiting in my office this morning, Ronan had been at the absolute bottom of the list.Actually, no.He wasn’t eve
[Olivia’s pov]Pierce smiled and nodded. “Yes.”My breath caught. “She knows?”“Of course she does.”I stared. “You told her?”Pierce’s smile deepened, almost fond. “Olivia, Nina is my fiancée.” The way he said it made the answer obvious. Still, he added, “I don’t hide anything from her.”Something about that struck me deeply. The quiet certainty in his voice. The absolute trust.“And she’s okay with this?”He looked genuinely confused. “Why wouldn’t she be?”“I don’t know,” I admitted. “It’s… a lot.”His expression softened further. “She cried when I told her.”That startled me. “She did?” How many people had known pieces of my story while I’d stumbled blindly through life believing I was alone?How much had been kept from me?The thought was dizzying.Pierce must have seen the panic beginning to creep into my face because he stepped closer. “Hey.” His voice was gentle. “You don’t have to figure everything out tonight.”I looked at him and tears burned unexpectedly behind my eyes. “T
[Olivia’s pov]The drive felt unreal.I sat in the backseat of Pierce’s car, my fingers locked tightly together in my lap. My mind had splintered into too many pieces to process any of it properly.A brother.I had a brother.Across from me, Pierce sat in complete silence. He hadn’t tried to force conversation. Hadn’t pressured me to ask questions I wasn’t ready to voice.For that, I was strangely grateful.It gave me space to breathe. Though breathing itself felt difficult. My hand drifted instinctively to my stomach, fingers spreading protectively over the gentle curve there.Pierce’s gaze flicked briefly to the movement.Something softened in his expression.But he said nothing.Outside, the city gradually thinned into quieter streets lined with towering hedges and sprawling estates hidden behind elaborate gates.Wherever we were going, it was far from the chaos Carter had left behind. That thought twisted painfully in my chest.I tried not to think about him. About the look in his
[Olivia’s pov]The city lights blurred past the tinted windows in long streaks of gold and white, but my mind barely registered.I sat rigidly in the backseat, my fingers curled tightly over the fabric, while the other hand rested instinctively over my stomach.I shifted slightly, trying to ease the ache in my lower back. Immediately, Carter’s head turned. “Are you alright?”For a second, I just stared at him. He looked almost irritated at himself for asking. “I’m fine,” I murmured.His gaze dropped briefly to my stomach before he looked away. The gesture was so fleeting I might have imagined it.Before either of us could speak again, the car jerked violently. I gasped as my body pitched forward.Carter’s arm shot across my chest instantly, stopping me from slamming into the seat ahead.The tires screeched. The driver cursed. “What the hell—” The car came to a hard stop.My pulse exploded.“What happened?” Elara snapped.The driver’s voice trembled. “There’s a vehicle blocking the roa
[Carter’s pov]The second I stepped out of my father’s study, my blood was boiling. My whole life was a complete lie!I drove to the hospital to talk to Olivia.She was all I cared about.I strode down the corridor with Mallory’s words still ringing in my ears. Olivia won’t agree to it unless I force the issue.At first, I wanted to argue to make her stay at the Velcro manor.Olivia had been through enough already. The last thing she needed was me barking orders at her like some tyrant who thought control could fix everything.But then I thought about Camilla.About the possibility, however small….that she could get anywhere near Olivia.Near my child.By the time I reached Olivia’s room, I didn’t bother knocking.nI shoved the door open hard enough for it to slam against the wall.Both Olivia and Mallory snapped their heads toward me.Mallory stood near the bed, she was grabbing her bag to leave. Olivia sat propped against the pillows, one hand resting protectively over the slight cur
[Olivia’s pov]The antiseptic scent of the hospital room had started to crawl under my skin.It was clean, sharp, and cold. The kind of smell that reminded you too much of sickness and too little of healing. Fuck you, Homer!I shifted against the stiff mattress, one hand resting protectively over my stomach. The movement was instinctive now and constant.As though if I kept my palm there long enough, I could shield my baby from everything waiting beyond these hospital walls.Across from me, Mallory stood near the window with her arms folded tightly across her chest. We chatted a bit and then Homer brought me to the hospital.Just how Carter wanted.She turned as soon as I woke up. Her eyes were fixed on me with unmistakable concern. “Olivia,” she said again, her tone gentler this time, though no less firm. “You should go back to the manor.”I sighed.We had been having this exact conversation for the last fifteen minutes.“No.”Her brows drew together. “Olivia—”“I said no.”She exha
[Carte Velcro]The party dissolved into silence long after the last guest left. One by one, the lights dimmed, the laughter faded, and the house returned to its hollow grandeur. The friend who had invited Camilla dropped her home, and I stayed back—for my mother. Father was out of town, and Olivia
[Olivia Jude Velcro]“You have to come with me tonight, Olivia. Please.”The word ‘please’ tasted foreign on my tongue, but I meant it. I needed her there with me as my wife. Where she had always belonged. Somewhere deep inside, a foolish hope flickered that if I could just get her to stay beside m
[Olivia’s pov]The room felt like it had stopped breathing.Just like I did silently.Camilla stood in front of me, the wine bottle raised in her hand. I glanced at her once again, pleading with my eyes that she stops. Meanwhile, Camilla had made it clear with her threat that she held so many grud
[Carter’s pov]Then there was silence. I could not speak anything. My mind struggled to catch up.“That’s not—” I shook my head instinctively. “That doesn’t make sense. How could Candice even do something so gruesome like this?” I denied. Not that I was worried that perhaps Olivia was lying to m




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