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SIXTY FOUR : OLIVIA
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2026-04-28 00:13:58
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My Forbidden Brother SEVENTY ONE : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The Bank of East Asia was supposed to be our fortress, our final stand against the shadow that was dismantling my father’s life. Instead, it had been a morgue. When we walked into the boardroom, Daniel had expected sycophants and handshakes. What we found was a room filled with silence and a single, crisp legal document waiting on the mahogany table. Vesper Holdings had acquired the bank’s controlling interest forty-eight hours ago. The loan wasn't just denied—it was laughed at. I watched the color drain from Daniel’s face. For the first time in my life, he didn't look like a titan of industry; he looked like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, watching the ground crumble beneath his boots. "We leave for the Alps tonight," he had barked the moment we exited the building, his voice tight with a mixture of terror and impotent rage. "The European branch is still solvent. If we consolidate the assets there, we can stave off the bankruptcy filings." The Alps. Back to th
My Forbidden Brother SEVENTY : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The morning light in Shanghai was thick and humid, filtering through the silk curtains of my suite like a pale, sickly amber. I was still tangled in the remnants of my dreams—of silver dresses, the smell of sandalwood, and the terrifyingly beautiful weight of Adrian’s hands on my waist—when a sharp, rhythmic knocking pulled me back to reality. "Miss Drewmore?" The voice was soft, unfamiliar. I sat up, my heart immediately jumping into my throat. For a split second, I thought it was Felix, but the tone was different. I opened the door to find a young maid I hadn't seen before. She was small, with an observant, quiet gaze that seemed to linger on me for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. "Your father has arrived, Miss. He is waiting for you in the dining room for breakfast." The air in the room suddenly felt heavy. My father wasn't supposed to be here for another two days. He was supposed
My Forbidden Brother SIXTY NINE : ADRIAN
ADRIAN The penthouse was a cathedral of cold marble and high-tech surveillance, a place where I usually felt like the architect of a new world. But tonight, it felt like a cage. I was sitting on the edge of the oversized bed, the room illuminated only by the frantic, shifting glow of the Shanghai skyline and the steady pulse of the tablet in my hand. I was watching the red dot. It had been stationary at the Wukang house for hours. I had spent that time staring at it, imagining Olivia behind those reinforced walls, wondering if she was touching the ring, if she was thinking of me, or if she was cursing the day she ever met a Dawson. Then, the dot flickered. It began to move, tracing a jagged path through the city toward the Jing'an District. My heart, usually a cold, disciplined engine, skipped a beat. "Where are you going, Olivia?" I whispered to the empty room. The dot stopped. *The Vault.* A club known for its anonymity,
My Forbidden Brother SIXTY EIGHT : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The bass of the club was a physical weight, but the moment his hands touched me, the noise of a thousand bodies and the strobe of a thousand lights vanished into a singular, burning point of reality. I didn't care that Felix and Gunther were somewhere in the haze, their eyes likely scanning the crowd with lethal intent. I didn't care that I was Anastasia Drewmore, the prize of an empire. I only cared that the man I had mourned for five years was standing in the dark, watching me with eyes that promised to set the world on fire just to keep me warm. I didn't wait for an explanation. I didn't wait for him to speak. I reached up, my fingers curling into the cool, dark fabric of his jacket lapels, and pulled him down. When our lips met, it wasn't the tentative, sweet kiss of the teenagers we had once been. It was a collision. It was desperate, hungry, and laced with the salt of every tear I had shed in that Zurich mansion. It was the taste
My Forbidden Brother SIXTY SEVEN : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The silence of the private house was no longer a sanctuary; it was a vacuum, and it was screaming. Ever since the heavy oak doors had closed behind me after the masquerade, the air in my suite felt too thin to breathe. Adrian’s scent was still trapped in the fibers of my obsidian gown, his voice a low-frequency vibration that seemed to rattle my very bones. *I told you I'd find you.* I couldn't stay still. I was pacing the length of the silk rugs like a caged panther, my heart a restless, frantic bird beating against my ribs. I needed noise. I needed the kind of chaos that could drown out the terrifying, beautiful realization that my past had just collided with my present. I stopped in front of the full-length mirror and stripped. The "Anastasia" masks—the velvet, the lace, the poise—all hit the floor in a heap. "You want a distraction, Olivia? Fine," I whispered to my reflection. I went to the closet and pulled out a piece of
My Forbidden Brother SIXTY SIX : ADRIAN
ADRIAN The scent of her—that lingering, haunting mix of jasmine and something uniquely Olivia clung to the lapels of my tuxedo like a brand. My skin still hummed where her hands had gripped me, a phantom heat that made the freezing Shanghai night feel like a fever. I stepped onto the balcony of the gallery, the humid air whipping my hair across my eyes. I didn't look back. I couldn't. If I had turned around and seen her standing there, trembling in that obsidian silk with tears in her eyes, the five years of discipline I had cultivated under Viktor Volkov would have shattered. I would have picked her up, walked through that ballroom like a god of ruin, and killed every man who tried to stop me from taking her. But a rescue wasn't enough. I didn't want to just take her; I wanted to build a world where no one could ever take her again. And that meant Daniel Dawson had to be erased. I swung over the stone railing, dropping ten feet onto the manic
My Forbidden Brother ELEVEN : OLIVIA
OLIVIA When I got home, no one was in. Not like there was no one, the staffs were in the house but not my dad and Adrian. "Welcome back, Miss Olivia. Would you like something to eat now before dinner?" a maid asked just before I went up the stairs. "Hmm, I'm not sure. Anything is okay, I'm ju
Last Updated : 2026-03-17My Forbidden Brother TWENTY ONE: OLIVIA
OLIVIA The ride home was full of nerves, Adrian could be waiting for me already or he would show up in my room after I get home. The silence of the house felt like a physical weight against my chest as I stepped through the front doors. Usually, the marble floors and soaring ceilings made me fe
Last Updated : 2026-03-17My Forbidden Brother THIRTEEN : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The drive to Beacon High was a blur of shifting gears and lingering fantasies. Every time I hit a bump in the road, the friction against my seat sent a treacherous jolt through me, reminding me exactly how sensitive I still was from my morning "interruption." By the time I pulled into t
Last Updated : 2026-03-17My Forbidden Brother FOURTEEN : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The ice cream parlour sat just a street away from Beacon High, tucked between a bookstore and a nail salon. It was one of those cozy places with pastel walls, fairy lights, and a bell above the door that chimed happily when we walked in—like it was congratulating us for surviving the sch
Last Updated : 2026-03-17
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