All Chapters of The Omega Agreement: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Sierra's POV"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so fucking sorry. Nikolai's words drift in through one ear and out through the other. Everything I have ever thought, known and felt toward my parents is all a lie. I was not theirs to take. They took me, and I lived a happy life with them while someone else was fighting to find me. I thought I was lost when they died. I was...lost. I was lonely and in pain. I wasn't able to go to their funeral because I was black and blue with bruises. Did they even have a funeral?I want to believe everything that had happened in my childhood wasn't a lie. It wasn't false and pretend, it wasn't them playing house with a stolen baby, but it was. I always wished for them to come and get me when things got tough, and that this was not something that someone goes through at such a young age, but I did. I want to sit here and cry. I don't want these hurt feelings that have become a big part of me right now. Years. It has been years since they died and left me. I cri

Sierra's POV"Sierra..." Mike says through the phone. Each day, he rings like clockwork at 11 am and never misses a beat."Yes, Mike?" I say as I flick through the file I managed to snag from the hospital. My birth date is correct, and my biological birth parents are listed here as well, but their names have been blacked out. Probably a sealed record when I was taken; they probably didn't want someone to hack into their records to find their names and then hand over false information. Or they didn't care. It's that inner voice in my head that stops me from unblanking it; however, I can."Honey, it's been three weeks. It's been a long three weeks, and Nikolai is tearing up the house," Maeve says as I put down my pen and book that I bought when I first left the house. I have barely spoken to them about Nikolai. Apparently, the morning after I left, he told his Mom what he said, and she didn't know what to do, but she rang me later that afternoon and convinced me to give him a third ch

Nikolai's POV 5 hours earlier The drive from where I am to where Sierra is takes too much time. Time I might not have if she doesn't stay around and carry on with all of her searching. I found the names of her biological parents. I tried to call, but after a few rings it went to voicemail. What shocked me was the resemblance between Sierra and her father. It's mad."You're going to make yourself sick if you keep doing this", Jack says as he sits beside me. I'm really not bothered by how I feel. Something's been off for the last week; my body is exhausted even when resting.I may not be sleeping, but I am resting as much as possible. It's just so much harder without Sierra with me at night. "I don't care. I need to go and see her. Thanks for this, by the way. She was always the one who enjoyed hacking into someone's things...by the way, delete all of your dating apps, you desperate fuck" I laugh, but I'm met with a scowl. "She was not supposed to hack my shit. God, this woman is go

Chapter 78: He's an idiot. That's whySierra's POV"Sierra", his voice is so soft, so not what I deserve or need right now. Instead of turning my head, I keep looking out the window. "I'm sorry I screwed up...again", I say, because this is the second time that I have run out on him and have suffered coming to the hospital. My body aches, and I try my absolute best not to hold onto my stomach while he's here. "What?" "I ran out once again, and I ended up in the hospital, once again", I tell him, allowing each tear to stream down my cheek and land on my chin. "This was completely my fault, Sierra...I don't want you to ever blame yourself...the doctors told me," he says so softly, and that's when I must give myself some form of whiplash because I turn to look at him, now crying hysterically and without realising it, clutching my stomach. "Hey, Hey, what's wrong?""I'm sorry. I only found out about an hour or so ago, and I...I was, I was going to tell you. I asked them not to, and I

Chapter 80: I do want you Sierra's POV"So, how have you been?" Maeve asks me as she sits next to me on the bed. I feel like I have been hit with an emotional truck. "Good", I lie through my teeth, but she doesn't pester me on it. She puts her motherly arm around my shoulder and holds me close to her. "You know", she begins and then starts chuckling. "When Nikolai was around 4 years old, maybe 5, he would stand in the living room with no nappy on and no underwear when he was going through potty training, and he would shake it all about, telling me and his dad that he had a little friend" She quotes 'friend' and laughs at the memory, and I can't help but join in too. I feel like Nikolai in his 30s would also stand in the living room waggling his junk around. "What was he like as a child?" I ask the one woman I know who would happily embarrass him. "Smart. Always one step ahead of us. Especially when Scott and Jack were growing up, too, because Jack was always the fire of the thre