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TWELVE : OLIVIA
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2026-02-01 13:53:30
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My Forbidden Brother NINETY TWO : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The sleek black SUV returned in record time, the driver smoothly dropping off a massive bag of gourmet takeout from *La Grenier*. The food was neatly packaged in heavy parchment paper, still steaming and smelling beautifully of white truffle, fresh basil, and garlic. "This is honestly obscene," Freya muttered happily, unboxing a flawless truffle chicken panini that would have taken a normal customer forty-five minutes of waiting to secure. "I feel like a corporate queen." "Get used to it," I smiled, sipping a bottled water as I watched the two of them finally eat. For the rest of their lunch break, the conversation flowed with a beautiful, uninterrupted ease. We laughed until our sides ached, recounting old memories and filling in the massive gaps of the last five years. Sitting in that quiet, sun-drenched courtyard, surrounded by the laughter of the sisters who had known me before the world tore me apart, I felt a profound sense of healing. The shadow of Switzerland, the
My Forbidden Brother NINETY ONE : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The corporate headquarters of Vanguard Marketing stood tall in the heart of the Flatiron District. It was an impressive glass-and-steel structure, bustling with creative energy and sharply dressed executives. It wasn't the monolithic, gravity-defying fortress that was Vesper Tower, but it carried its own weight in the Manhattan corporate landscape. I stepped into the spacious, high-ceilinged lobby, the heels of my boots clicking lightly against the polished terrazzo floor. Mei remained a calculated five paces behind me, her eyes casually tracking the security guards and the flow of employees passing through the turnstiles. I leaned against a marble pillar near the main elevators, my heart doing a nervous, expectant flutter against my ribs. I didn't even have to wait five minutes. The elevator doors on the far left chimed, and a crowd of employees flooded out into the lobby for the midday rush. Walking right in the center of the fray, deeply engrossed in a shared convers
My Forbidden Brother NINETY : OLIVIA
OLIVIAThe soft, familiar pressure of lips against my jaw slowly pulled me from the depths of a deep, dreamless sleep. I stirred, a contented hum escaping my throat as the scent of cedar, fresh rain, and expensive coffee enveloped my senses.I opened my eyes to find Adrian hovering over me. The morning sun was pouring through the sheer curtains, reflecting off the crisp, pristine fabric of his white dress shirt. He was already fully dressed for the day—his dark waistcoat tailored to perfection, his tie knotted flawlessly, and that unyielding, clinical mask of the Vesper CEO firmly in place.But the moment he saw my eyes flutter open, the sharp lines around his mouth softened, a quiet warmth bleeding into his dark pupils."Good morning, darling," he murmured, leaning down to press a brief, lingering kiss to my lips.I sat up, stretching my arms over my head as the silk sheet pooled around my waist. A bright, sleepy smile broke across my face. "Good morning. You're up early. Are you alr
My Forbidden Brother EIGHTY NINE : OLIVIA
OLIVIA By the next afternoon, the corporate machine of Vesper Holdings had been quietly rewired to serve a completely different purpose. I walked into Adrian’s private study carrying a fresh cup of black coffee for him and a cup of green tea for myself. The room was usually an imposing fortress of dark mahogany, leather-bound legal texts, and monitors displaying fluctuating international market trends. But today, the massive desk at the center of the room had been completely overtaken. Adrian sat in his high-backed leather chair, the sleeves of his black dress shirt rolled neatly to his elbows. Spread out across the polished wood were five neatly printed, heavy-cardstock corporate profiles, each bearing the emblem of an established New York fashion house. "You've been busy," I said, setting his coffee down within arm's reach and leaning over his shoulder to look at the documents. Adrian reached up, his large hand wrapping around the back of my waist to pull me gently against
My Forbidden Brother EIGHTY EIGHT : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The afternoon sun began its slow tilt toward the horizon, painting the sleek lines of the penthouse in rich shades of amber and bronze. After the emotional whirlwind of reconnecting with my friends, the quiet that settled over us felt grounding. I was still tucked securely against Adrian’s side on the leather sofa, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek a steady anchor. Adrian’s large hand was idly playing with the silver hair tie on his wrist, a habit he only picked up when he was deep in thought. Slowly, his fingers migrated up to trace the curve of my shoulder, his touch light but intensely possessive. "Olivia," he murmured, his deep baritone rumbling against my ear. "Hmm?" I shifted slightly, tilting my head back to look up at his sharp, angular profile. "Now that the ghosts of the past are settled, and your friends know you’re back..." He paused, his dark eyes dropping to meet mine with an uncharacteristic layer of gentle curiosity. "What is it
My Forbidden Brother EIGHTY SEVEN : OLIVIA
OLIVIA My fingers flew across the screen, the matte surface of the charcoal-gray phone warming against my palms as the text bubbles continued to stream upward in a blur of blue and green. The sheer volume of their love, their panic, and their relief was a physical wave hitting me right through the glass. I took a deep breath, resting the phone against my lap for a brief second to gather my thoughts. How do you summarize five years of erasure? How do you explain to the people who knew you as a university student that you had been scrubbed from existence? I tapped the screen and began typing the truth, letting the story pour out of me piece by piece. Olivia:It is really me, guys. I promise. I’m safe, I’m in New York, and I’m finally free. I know it’s been five years of complete silence, but I never wanted to leave. I was forced to. The three little dots indicating someone was typing appeared instantly from three different people at once. Kylie:We knew something was wrong, Li
My Forbidden Brother TWENTY TWO : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The command hung in the heavy air between us, echoing against the dark walls of his room. My fingers felt numb, fumbling with the silk tie at my waist. I could feel his gaze—sharp, hungry, and entirely devoid of the patience he’d shown earlier that morning. He was watching my struggle, enj
Last Updated : 2026-03-17My Forbidden Brother FIFTEEN : ADRIAN
ADRIAN I kept my eyes on the assignment on my laptop, but I wasn't reading. It was impossible to focus on the words when the air in the room shifted the second Olivia walked through the door. I didn't need to look up to know she was there. I could smell her—chocolate, vanilla, and the faint, c
Last Updated : 2026-03-17My 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 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 : 2026-03-17
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