Lahat ng Kabanata ng HATE TO LOVE YOU : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Olivia pov I'm chopping veggies in a fit of anger while stirring the boiling soup. I can't even talk to David right now. I want to buy something, but I can't. Just as I'm about to head to our room, Mom stops me to ask for help with dinner, so I'm stuck with that. And David? He’s still upstairs, really getting on my nerves. First, he brings home some girl who’s clearly after him, and now he won’t even explain himself. But honestly, why would he? It’s just a marriage of convenience, and we can’t stand each other. Lost in my thoughts, I accidentally touch the hot pot and yelp in pain. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?" I hear a voice say. I look over to see David leaning against the wall, looking at me with that annoyed expression. He notices my burned hand and comes over, grabbing it and putting it under running water. I shut my eyes from the pain but then open them to see him in a casual t-shirt and grey pajamas, still somehow looking handsome. "Stop looking at me," he sa

Olvia povI toss my hand to the side and feel around, tapping the bed as I slowly open my eyes, only to find it empty. I sit up, wondering where David is. Ugh, I’m so tired, I mumble to myself, resting my head in my hands. Last night was rough; David slept on my chest the whole time, making it impossible to get comfortable. But hey, at least he’s okay now. A small smile appears as I think of his face. Ugh, seriously, what a pain! I groan and flop back onto the bed. I grab my phone and see it’s already 10 AM. Oh no, I overslept! I jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom for a quick shower, then throw on my cute navy blue dress. I leave my hair down and dash downstairs. As I reach the living room, I spot Dad sitting on the couch, reading the newspaper. I plop down next to him and ask, “Where is everyone?” He glances at me and replies, “You woke up late.” I nod, “Yeah, I know.” He continues, “Your mom’s in the kitchen, but I’m not sure about David.” That confuses me, so I ask, “Why do

Olvia pov My footsteps echoed through the house as I paced back and forth for the past hour, glancing at the clock every few seconds. Each tick felt like a reminder of my own impatience, a cruel metronome marking the time I spent waiting for someone who seemed to have forgotten about me. It made me feel pathetic, wondering what I was doing waiting around for a guy who clearly didn’t care about me. The memory of the earlier incident replayed in my mind, a loop of disappointment and frustration. I had rushed home, my heart racing. I hugged David's parents tightly, feeling the warmth of their love as I told them I was leaving. They weren’t thrilled about it, their faces etched with concern, but I insisted. I needed to take control of my life, to make choices that were right for me, even if it meant stepping away from the familiar.I had already messaged David to let him know I was home, just in case he got back too. Now it’s 3 AM, and I’m still in the living room, waiting for him. The

Olivia pov “I saw Mrs. Amelia with another guy, and it looked like they were meeting up secretly”. I kept reading the message over and over, trying to wrap my head around the fact that I really messed up thinking she’d get it. I was so wrong. But honestly, I’m not hurt; I expected this. I know this girl isn’t going to do what I calmly asked her to do—she thrives on chaos. So maybe I should just give her what she wants. I glanced around at all the cars buzzing by, everyone heading to work like me. It’s early morning, and I’m lying here with Olivia in my arms, peacefully asleep. I thought today would be nice until my bodyguard texted me about Amelia and that guy. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who he was. I told my bodyguard to fire a shot in the air and grab that guy. I didn’t really want him caught; I just wanted Amelia to know my guys are always watching. I knew exactly what she’d do next, so I quickly got dressed, kissed Olivia on the head, and headed to the office. “Sir,

Olivia pov I'm at the sink with this plate, the tenth one to wash. It's not even dirty; I'm just going over all the clean ones again to avoid any disasters. "Ugh, damn it!" I yell as I slam the plate down, shattering it into pieces. "Calm down, Olvia, just breathe," I tell myself, but how can I? He did it again! How does he always manage to disappear after we’ve spent hours together? I plop down in the nearest chair, trying to shake it off, but it’s no use. This morning, I wake up and David is nowhere to be found. All I got was a text saying he had to leave for some urgent work. I remember how hard I slammed my phone on the table after reading that. I know I shouldn’t be this upset, but I am. I want him there when I wake up, wrapped in his arms as I open my eyes. Instead, I’m left with an empty bed. I don’t know why I keep expecting more from him. He’s never said he loves me or even cares; it’s just me hoping that maybe this marriage could work. But guess what? I sigh, realising I