All Chapters of Omega’s Project : Chapter 161 - Chapter 168

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Chapter 161

Tommy..Two days had passed and the third day was already halfway gone.Time didn’t behave as it used to, morning and night felt the same way since that day.I felt sick. Not metaphorically, not psychologically but physically sick.My body refused to cooperate. I only go out of bed when I want to drink water, piss, or shit.I had barely eaten. The food refused to stay down.I spent the day lying down, feeling my heart shatter over and over again. I had had heartbreaks before. But none of them felt like this.None of them lingered this long. In a few hours, maybe a day I would be outside again. Working. Laughing. Almost like nothing had happened. But this time. It felt like I was the one coming to an end.Every time I thought about Gerard, sharp physical pain would shoot through my chest.Sometimes I caught myself wondering what he was doing. Was he sleeping peacefully? Was he eating well?Was he hurting the way I was?And something bitter would coil in my chest. I hope he was s

Chapter 162

TOMMY..“Is this…is this…” My father shook his head. “This smell is coming from you?”Bracing myself, I tipped my chin and squared my shoulders. “Yes.”“You’re an omega?” My father paused. He shook his head again. “It’s not possible. You’re a…wait.”My heart thumped in my chest. I shouldn’t wait for him to finish speaking. I should tell him now that I was an omega, I had nothing left to lose so he should remove the no contact.My lips parted. “I'm an omega now…”My father staggered back, his expression stiffening. At first, I thought it was anger. That he was about to explode. To call me a disappointment. To rain insults like he usually did.But then his face reddened and then went pale. But not the usual, not the type when he called me a failure.This was different. My father wheezed, his lips parting, like his nostrils were no longer functioning.“To…To.”His words didn’t finish before he jerked. The shear slipped from his fingers, clattering against the stone path.He stagger

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TOMMY..An hour has passed. An hour of me staring at the door. An hour of getting up and pacing back and forth. At some point, I’ll stop and bite my fingers. My heart was thumping loudly, my skin still tugged tight against my muscles.A thought hit me, maybe I should call Liam. I mean even after what he had tried to do that day, he was still family.I reached for my phone and dialed Liam’s number. I dropped onto the chair, tapping my finger on my thighs, the dial tone slipping into my ears.No response.I grunted and then dialed again. Nothing.After a while, my father's doctor, Dr. Richard stepped out.“Your father’s awake,” he said, “he’s a bit better. You can see him briefly.”I nodded and followed behind me.The rooms smelled clean, and the soft hum of the machine filled the space. My father lay on the bed slightly upright. I finally noticed it.He had lost a lot of weight, and his skin was paler. How could I have noticed this?My father’s eyes found mine, and then his exp

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TOMMY..I sat in the booth on the far corner of the bar, my eyes lingering on the door, waiting for him to come.The music played in the background, softening the loud chatters of half-drunk men.I refilled my cup with the soda drink, its hissing sound filling my air.I took a sip and realized a beer would have been better. A better way to torture my stomach.A better way to loosen my chest.My eyes darted to the door as it swung open. Liam sauntered, his expression flat.I had called him and told him I had something to tell him.“Tommy,” Liam said, a smile slipping into his lips as he settled into the seat across from me. “How have you been doing?”I nodded. “Been quiet alright,” I said, voice low.Liam and I stared at each other. The air thick.I couldn’t believe how awkward it felt being around him. We used to be so close, and whenever we were together I never, I never hesitated to talk about the issues I had.Liam cleared his throat. “So you said you have something to tell me,”

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TOMMY..Three days had passed and I hadn’t been able to bring myself to see my father. Also running the company in his total absence was even harder than expected.I sat in my office and dragged a hand down my face. Memories of yesterday slipped into my mind. I had told my mother about my father’s cancer. She stared for a while, and then she nodded.Considering what he had done to her, I didn’t expect her to feel any remorse.I sighed. It felt like I was alone. Just I.My phone buzzed, and Laura’s name displayed on my screen.My stomach dipped. Gerard’s private investigator. I hadn’t heard from her for a while. I swallowed before picking up the call.“Hello,” she said, as soon as the line connected. “Good morning, sir.”“Good morning.”“I found something about your father…”Before she continued, I cut her off. “That would no longer be necessary.”Silence stretched between.My father was dying, and when he did, my mother and I could see each other as much as we wanted. I remembere

Chapter 166

Tommy..“What are you doing here, Gerard?” I let out a soft groan. “You shouldn’t be anywhere near me•I had said it louder than I meant to, my voice bouncing off the tiled walls of the bathroom.The tap ran behind us, and Gerard just stood there across from me with his hands loose by his sides, his suit too neat, his face too calm, staring at me like I was still dear to him. But people don’t hurt what they hold dearHe did not answer at first. just looked at me, and I hated that look, hated how it made me melt. “I hope you’re doing well,” he said finally, his voice soft and careful like he was stepping on broken glass, “I hope you’re okay.”I laughed, but there was no humor in itMy chest tightened as I leaned back against the counter, my fingers digging into the marble. “Don’t act like you care about me,” I said, slower now, sharper, “keep that fake concern to yourself because I’m not buying it and I never will.”He looked down then, just for a second, and I saw it, that tiny

Chapter 167

Tommy..“I hate this,” I said, lifting the glass to my lips again.My face twisted every time the alcohol touched my tongue, but I kept drinking.My mother sat across from me on the couch in her living room, hands folded neatly in her lap, watching me the same way she always did when she knew I was falling apart but did not want to push too hard.“Have you made a decision, Tommy,” she asked gently, her voice soft.I shook my head, staring down into the glass. “No,” I said, my throat tight, “I don’t know what to do anymore.”The silence stretched, thick.My thoughts ran ahead of me, spiraling and collapsing into each other.Father had already planned everything, the guest list, the contracts, the timing. If I did not go through with it the business would crumble, people would circle like vultures and they would usurp his position, and Father would die knowing that the last thing I did was disappoint him.I shook my head. “I don’t want his last memory of me disappointing him.”My m

Chapter 168

Tommy..My footsteps echoed down the corridor of the hospital. My stomach twisted more and more as I drew closer to my father’s room.I had already made my decision. I already knew what I wanted.When I reached the door, I took a deep breath and pushed it open. My father was standing by the window when I entered, hands clasped behind him. Almost like he too was waiting for meI wanted to ask him how he was feeling. But that would only make me evil. If I really cared about him, I wouldn’t say what I was about to say.I stood before him, my heart thundering against my rib.“I can’t marry Raphael,” I said, bolstering my voice. I told myself I was an adult and that he couldn't punish me.I told myself all he could do was call me a disappointment.And today, I would agree I was one. My father inhaled and then exhaled. “Okay.”I blinked. “Okay?” I echoed like I didn’t hear him the first time.My father trudged towards the bed and settled at the edge of it.Something felt different abo

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