“Are you sure that is what you are going to do?” Sana asked again. She did not want her to take the decision based on her emotional state. Olivia nodded.“Yes, I have to get away from him and that house for a while. It is not like he is at home either. I don’t have to perform any duty which is required by the contract.” She said in a determined voice.“Okay, love. You know what is best to do at this point. Let me make our coffee.” Sana stood up and left the room. Olivia sighed.Living in that hell-like house and dealing with Thomas for the last month had taken a toll on her physical and mental well-being. Besides, she was fed up with doing all that for no reason. What was she taking those useless classes for? Why was she living there when there was no one she was supposed to act like a couple with? Thomas was not there to answer all those questions. She did not think he would appear before her anytime soon. She was not bound in any way. The contract terms would have been exercisable o

“I am not running away.” She replied looking annoyed as hell. He was turning everything around her that should have been answered by him. He did not seem even a tiny bit embarrassed. She was a fool to think that he would be guilty or at least, apologize to her.He was acting like a douchebag. He was arrogant and all, but she felt like he had changed n that one month. When before he accepted his mistakes most of the time, now he was not doing that. It was making her mad.“Then stay.” He said simply. It was not a request. It, once again, sounded more like an order. She kept glaring at him without saying anything.“Look, there are hardly eight months left for the contract. We have important events to attend and my grandpa had become suspicious about why I had been away for a long time. It is about time we took this contract seriously.” He said trying to make her see sense while she looked at him like he had lost all senses.He was still leaning close to her face while he had both arms ar

“Mr. Thomas is here.” Rosie, the house help, came to inform her. She nodded and turned around to look at herself in the mirror. She refused to get her makeup and hair done by the lady whom Thomas had sent her way. She did not want to make a big deal out of the event. She sent her away telling her she would get ready herself.She was still angry with Thomas. She was compelled to attend the dinner, but that was all. She could not entertain him any further.She did her hair and makeup. She had a bit of talent because of working as a stripper. It was not that difficult for her. It was just that she did not like to put on makeup that much. That night though, she did that. She was wearing elegant makeup and her hair was tied in a side messy bun. She had learned a bit of hairstyling from Sana.Her dress was a floor-length silver sequin lace-up maxi that had a slit from the right to the knee. It had spaghetti straps and fit her body like a second skin. It was the dress he had sent to her that

Her head was killing her. After a few hard tries, she was finally able to open her eyes. She adjusted her eyes to the dim light of the table lamp. She flinched as a killer pounding started in her head.It was difficult, but she sat up leaning against the headboard. She ran her eyes around noticing it was their room—no! It was Thomas’s room. Her room was the one she had decided to stay after the fight with Thomas.Again no! Her room was where her mom was.She shook her head at those thoughts and winced as her head started to pound again. God! What was wrong? Why was her head reacting that way?She tried to remember how she had gotten to that room when she had decided that she would never step into that room again…It had just been a day since she made that decision. She was there in his room not knowing how she got there.She could not remember anything. Thomas was not in the room. It was late at night or early in the morning, she could not tell as it was dark still. She picked up her p

“Olivia?” She whispered as soon as she saw her daughter. She was so sad for the past few days that she did not come to visit her. but she knew her daughter. She knew that she must have been caught up in something. Otherwise, there was no way she would not have come to visit her, especially after her surgery.“Mom, how are you feeling?” Olivia sat down beside her and kissed her cheek. Her mom seemed healthier than before. Mary said that she had been eating well. She had gotten sick the previous day, but the nurse had made sure to take care of her. Olivia felt like her heart would explode with pain. She was not there with her mom when she got sick.“I’m okay, darling. How have you been?” She asked her instead. Olivia smiled. There she was asking about her when her health was not in good shape. She had just had her surgery.“I am fine, mom. Did you miss me?” She asked with a smile. She wanted to make some jokes so she would not ask her why she was absent in the last week. As much as she