Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dear Lover, We are Done!: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

OLIVIA CABELLOMy chest rises and falls with an erratic intake of breath.The Manhattan city lights shine from outside the glass-ceiling windows in this penthouse, reaching all the way inside the room, to me and to the man standing in front of me.He picks his shirt from the floor and my eyes linger on the muscles on his shoulders, the tats on his arms, down to his lean waist.Ryat Winchester, first son to the Winchesters who own the whole of Manhattan, has always been handsome.Blessed with emerald eyes- so dark and intriguing, a body built like a Greek god, messy dark brown hair and a chiseled jaw that could cut through cheese; he was Manhattan’s most eligible bachelor for a reason.I’m still sore since he was inside of me a few minutes ago but that doesn’t mean I don’t want more of Ryat Winchester tonight. I’ve wanted more for two years.We meet on Tuesdays and Wednesdays at exactly ten pm. Once he gets what he wants from me which is sex (hot and steamy sex if I might add), he leav

OLIVIA CABELLODeath was unfair. It has and will always be unfair.My mother’s wails can be heard all over the cemetery we are in. I hold an umbrella for her and I feel so broken that no tears come to my eyes.Girls were supposed to be close to their mothers.Not me though.I was close to my father. His little princesa. His muse. His only daughter.And now, the person I love the most is dead because I couldn’t save him. I couldn’t save my father, my best friend.I don’t deserve to shed tears. I don’t deserve to mourn for him.The rain roars back with a vengeance, pouring over the umbrella I’m holding frailly. My abuela and the rest of the family are standing by the other side of the casket sobbing as my father gets lowered into the ground.They shouldn’t cry for him. They abandoned him a long time ago. They shouldn’t be here.“I can’t live without you, Hose. Plea-- please come back to me. Please come back to me!”We all know my father isn’t coming back.We all know my mother is losing

RYAT WINCHESTER“There. That’s everything you ever gave me just so I could warm your bed, Ryat. Your money is in there, your phone is in there, your clothes are in there and whatever we had is in there too. Find yourself another whore who’ll spread her legs for you. We are done, Mr. Winchester.”Two months and counting.Olivia Cabello has been in hiding for two months.The fury churning my mind is still fresh.But the thrill of the chase somewhat balances that fury because once I find her, punishing her won’t be the last thing I do. I’ll make her regret it.“I think we can get the land if we add another million to the budget, boss. The old man might be a family man but no one can refuse that much money”, the head of my financial department urges.Some of the board members murmur and I can hear them nod in agreement, my eyes glide to the view of New York on a humid morning and my teeth grind in my mouth.“Ten million”, I grunt.“Sir?”“The old man you are speaking of. We offered him te

OLIVIAPain. A lot of it.It eats me up from the inside, chews down on my head, down to my spine and all the way to my legs.The smell of medicines and something having had gone wrong sifts through my nostrils.I try to breathe.The deafening sound of everything being still around me makes me sicker than I feel.At first, when I open my eyes, I think I’m in heaven.That I died and I woke up in heaven.But when the white ceiling of the hospital becomes clear and the beeping machines assault my ears, reality hits me hard.I blink twice.I breathe in the nauseating air.My weak hands, the ones with tubes plunged deep in my veins, slowly and torturously crawl to the front of the hospital gown I’m wearing.I touch my tummy.Again.And again.Until…“My baby”, I whisper.“Liv”, Dan’s voice beckons from inside the room.“My baby”, I whisper hard, holding my now reduced tummy.“You have to calm down Olivia.”I use all the energy I have inside my body and sit up removing the oxygen mask from m

OLIVIA“Do you wanna talk about it?”“Jules, I’m fine.”“You’ve been signing contracts day in day out with no rest and without grieving.”“Grieving won’t bring anyone back.”My baby’s gone. There’s no coming back after that.“But managing all this will bring everyone back?”My best friend doesn’t get a word out of me because my office door squeaks open and the ever-slick William Sterling walks inside.“We’ll talk later, Jules.”She huffs, throws an assuring smile my way before she walks to the door and exits my office.I’ve been in my new office, Montefalco industries picking up where my grandfather left off. Truth of the matter is, I don’t understand anything nor do I know how to handle thousands of employees all waiting for my direction on how to take the company forward.William settles in one of the seats throwing a blue file on my desk.I take it and open it.I know what it is.After all I didn’t visit Ryat Winchester in his glass mansion for nothing.I warned the bastard. I told