OliviaMy hand was still secured around Logan's wrist as I led us to his bed. The fact that it was actually the first time I had sat on his bed. Tell myself not to have any dirty thoughts regarding that. Yet, I did. What would it feel like for Logan to pin me to his bed, trail his fingers over my face, from my cheeks to my lips, down to my earlobes? Tease me with his touches and...Okay, something was definitely wrong with my head. I mentally scolded myself. I shouldn't be having such thoughts about Logan, at least not when he was staring at me like someone who had had his most important time of the day taken away. "What are you doing?" he said, the same nonchalant expression on his face.I let out a proud smile. "Your share of the cake," I said proudly."I told you already. I don't eat cake.""But I want you to.""What does that mean? Is it compulsory for everyone to eat it?" My eyes squinted at him with the way he said it.I had managed to get everyone to taste the cake. It was actu

LoganThe thickness in the room was as palpable as the weight on my heart. If you were to ask me what was going on, I wouldn't be able to state it as a matter of fact. All I knew was that we, along with our father, were discussing the progress of the project. However, half of my mind was occupied by something else – Olivia, to be exact.I knew she had no ill intentions in her actions the other night. She was merely looking out for the family. I hadn't expected Scott to be so open to the matter. I had wanted to intervene but decided it was best to remain silent. Part of me knew that they were right. Such gestures were not a part of the Nero family culture. We didn't take birthday celebrations seriously, nor did we embrace events that wouldn't benefit father positively.Birthdays were not something I looked forward to, nor had I ever dreamt of them. The last birthday I had celebrated was when I was twelve. I remembered that day vividly. It was the day that revealed my father's true colo

OliviaOne word to describe me. I was a mess. A total mess. My heart wasn't in a good shape same goes to my emotions. I was angry. Not at Logan but at myself. I kept on telling myself that Logan and I have something going on. I kept on telling myself that I was going to be alright. It was just a business meeting right. It's not like he's not coming back. Maybe he was too busy to check his message. Maybe he was swamped with work. But the reality of the was that, I was all alone. The truth was vividly enough for me to embrace. But I couldn't bring myself to. I couldn't turn up to Jamie knowing I would only trouble her with my problems. None of the family members really cared about me. Everyone is busy with their life. The hope I have left regarding taking decisions in my own hands shattered. I felt nothing but disappointment. At myself and also Logan. He left me. He didn't care to check up on me. I left the house very early in the morning, even before anyone was awake. My presence at

OliviaThe content displayed on the desk was none other than the photo scan from the hospital. It felt as if the air had been knocked out of my body. My temperature seemed to rise rapidly. "What's this, Sarah?" Mr. Nero asked, his tone mixed with curiosity and suspicion.Sarah and I shared a look, her expression accusing. An expression that demanded answers. "It's a baby photo scan, as you can see. Amelia is a doctor, so she can confirm," she said, her tone laced with something I couldn't quite place. "Why do you have a baby's photo scan in your room, Olivia?" she questioned, her eyes drilling into me. I knew that the image laid out before everyone was enough to arouse suspicion. All eyes turned toward me, the only sympathetic one being Amelia's. After all, this wasn't news to her."Are you pregnant?" Logan's stepmother asked, her question hanging in the air like a weight. My body felt weak, my insides pounding as I tried to absorb everything. The secret was finally out, the secret t

Logan "Get rid of her," my father's voice shattered the silence that had enveloped his study room. It was the early hours of the day, before breakfast had even been served. I had been summoned here urgently, and I had a feeling that this conversation was not going to be pleasant."What do you mean?" I asked, maintaining a calm exterior. There was no way I was going to allow Olivia to bear the brunt of my family's anger alone."Olivia," he spelled out her name, his tone heavy with disapproval. "You don't expect me to simply ignore this situation, do you?" I understood my father's perspective well enough. He always acted in his own best interests, making decisions that would benefit him. That's how things worked in our family. We rarely questioned him, but this time, I felt compelled to take a stand."She's not going anywhere," I asserted firmly. Surprise flickered across my father's face, clearly not anticipating this response from me. I was challenging his authority, and it was evide