All Chapters of My Sweet Olivia: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ethan:I had to call Isaac before the man blew up my fucking phone.I regretted sending him that text this morning. Not because I didn't mean it, but because I should've known better than to ask my best friend if he believed in love at first sight and then expect him to leave me alone.But I needed to tell someone.My heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest.Olivia and I were made for each other.I knew how insane that sounded. We'd known each other for barely two days, but there was something about her that I couldn't explain. Something that made meeting her feel less like coincidence and more like we had somehow been destined to cross paths.She was still hurting.That much I knew.Her fucking ex-boyfriend had cheated on her after they'd been together for years, and the wound was still fresh enough to bring tears to her eyes.And here I was, wanting to spend every fucking second with her."Why the hell would you ignore me like that?" Isaac argued the moment he answered

Ethan.Her hand collided with my face with so much force that my cheek burned instantly.The crack echoed through the penthouse.I didn't even flinch.I deserved it."You're sick, Ethan." Tears streamed down Olivia's face as she shook her head in disbelief. "Do you really think I'd ever choose you after what you've done?""Olivia...""I curse the day I ever met you."Every word landed like another knife to my chest."I never want to see you again."She turned away."No... please."Chris hurried after her, glaring at me before taking her hand."I trusted you," she said quietly.Those three words hurt more than the slap.The elevator doors slid open."Olivia!"She stepped inside without looking back.The doors began to close.I lunged forward, but they sealed shut just inches from my fingertips."No!"My fist slammed against the metal.The digital display began counting down.11...10...9..."Dammit!"I hit the call button.Nothing.A bright orange sign hung beside the second elevator.O

Ethan. I have a good friend who owns several restaurants throughout New York. As a matter of fact, he'll be partnering with me on the next line of hotels I'll be opening across the United States. Café de Flore will be one of the signature dining experiences offered to our affluent guests.Hector isn't just a brilliant entrepreneur.He's one of the finest chefs I've ever known.We met a few years ago when I enrolled in one of his culinary classes. I wasn't trying to become a chef—I simply wanted to learn the basics.At the time, I was engaged to Georgina, and I dreamed of becoming the kind of husband who surprised his wife with breakfast in bed or prepared dinner after a long day. I wanted our home to be filled with the comforting aroma of home-cooked meals and the simple joy of sharing them together.Life had other plans.One afternoon, after class, Hector stood beside me as we admired the dishes we'd just prepared."Life is but a dish, Ethan," he said. "Anyone can follow a recipe, b

Olivia: To say I was exhausted by the end of the reception would have been an understatement.I was completely worn out.The celebration had gone on until only the bridal party remained. Besides Chris and Ethan, a few of their cousins had decided they weren't quite ready to call it a night.At that point, the dance floor had emptied, and the bar had become the evening's main attraction.Thankfully, Noah hadn't attempted another stunt after what happened on the deck.His mother had been shadowing him throughout the night as he put up a fight with his brothers and refused to go up to his room.Brent, however, barely left my side for the rest of the night."Why did you go out there by yourself?" Amelia scolded the moment she found a chance to corner me. "You should've taken someone with you.""Meli," I sighed with a tired smile, "We're in the twenty-first century. I'd like to believe a man understands what it's over means. Why should I need a bodyguard? We're not barbarians."She crosse

Olivia.I took a quick cold shower, hoping it would shock my body into feeling normal again.It helped.Physically, at least.Emotionally...I was still a mess."I can't believe that bitch actually said that to you," Levi's voice echoed through the speaker of my phone.I let out a soft laugh."I would've punched her right in the fucking face."Silence settled between us.Levi must've realized I didn't want to talk about Mrs. Myers anymore.Just hearing her name in conversation was enough to drag my thoughts back to Ethan.Sensing the shift in my mood, Levi wisely changed the subject."I swear, Liv, I wish I could see Monica's face when Lidia announces you're the winner." He chuckled. "Promise me you'll record it.""I honestly have no idea what's going to happen in that meeting," I admitted.It wasn't that I lacked confidence in my work.I simply knew that anything could happen."You worry too much," Levi replied. "If anyone needs medical attention tonight, it'll be Monica. That woman