All Chapters of Omega’s Project : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Tommy..Swallowing, I brought the phone to my ear. “Good morning, Sir.” A tremor ran through my voice.“Tommy, come to the office now.” My father’s voice came fast, sharp, and cutting.The call ended before I could even take my next inhale.My eyes darted to Gerard, and for a moment, I thought he was going to lecture me on how to treat my father. But he didn’t.Gerard rose to his feet. “Guess, we have to get you dressed.”Back in the room, Gerard moved, rifling through his closet. He returned with a set of clothes.“You can have this,” he said, “it wouldn’t be too loose on you.”There wasn’t time to shower, to think, or even breathe. I threw the clothes on. Gerard gave me his perfume, and I sprayed it on.My eyes swept across the room, searching for my car key.Gerard held out his. “You can’t drive like this, you look terrible, let me drop you.” He insisted. And I didn’t argue. Panic clawed at me, making me agree without even thinking much about it. The drive was tense, plagued

Chapter 54Three days felt like forever. I'd been working non-stop, running on almost no sleep and weak coffee. I was busy looking at investor lists and sending many emails. Any sign of a savior. A few days ago, Gerard sent a message. He said he had something important to tell me but was very busy. I told him we could meet whenever he was ready. While checking my list of possible partners, I saw one name—a possible savior: Ms. Warrens. She was an important investor from my father's time. Now, she focused on fancy clothes, but she still had a lot of power. I had reached out, and she quickly replied. She had wanted to hear about my project and asked me to come to her company.So by 2 p.m, I had found myself at the Warrens Couture office feeling.My stomach felt tight, but I swallowed every nervousness down. Nervousness wasn’t going to save my shares.The lobby was all shiny marble and weird, expensive art. A fancy receptionist smiled at me.“Hello, Mr. Tommy Rivers. Ms. Warren is re

Tommy..My gaze lingered on Gerard. “Have I…have I evolved to stage two?” My voice thinned like my vocal cords had been wrung out.Gerard dragged his hands across his face. And that action alone sent my heart racing.“The amount in your body is still very high,” he said, “if you’re exposed any more than this, it risks getting to stage two.”I swallow hard, a buzzing feeling coursing through me, almost shutting my body down.I paced around, my fingers glued to my temples. “How am I still getting drugged?”“We need to figure that out,” Gerard said, “even if we try flushing your system, this might still happen.” “But that’s the issue, I can think of anyone.”Gerard exhaled. “There has to be someone,” he said, “Try and think.”I began thinking. My mind raced, replaying every meal I had in the few days, every drink, every interaction I had. But nothing.Of late, I have been spending most of my time with Gerard. Mason? He didn’t have access to my food. Liam? We shared some of the sam

TOMMY..I followed quietly behind Nicholas, rubbing my hands nervously as I anticipated what this conversation was going to be about. Finally, we stopped walking once we got to the rooftop. I watched him lean against the railing and looked at the sky. “So you’re the son of the wealthy man that developed the dog syndrome .” He suddenly announced and my heart dropped. “What a turn out of event?”Sensing my quietness, he turned his head to look at me. I bit my lips, trying to contain the rage within me as I considered the fact that Gerard shared this secret with someone else. Nicholas stood still and smiled at but there was nothing warm about this situation I didn't say a word. I wanted him to continue. Just how much did he know? “Gerard told you?” I asked “It wasn't so hard for me to figure out. I can see the signs all over you, Tommy,” he said, “But that’s not why I called you here.“ he glanced at me. “I know when something is wrong with my son, not necessarily wron

TOMMY..Look away, look away, I told myself multiple times before I finally found the will to do so.I tore my eyes away, acting like I hadn’t noticed how good he looked in that white dress shirt, and black trousers. Like I hadn’t noticed the faintest tug of a smile immediately our eyes locked, and the way his hand raised as though he almost waved.But I told myself not to look. I had practiced this. No eye contact. Imagine he was as invisible as the wind.Gerard’s smile faltered. His shoulders tightened for a moment and then nothing.Then Liam scowled. “Oh, for fuck sake.” He muttered loud enough to stir the air. “What is this bastard doing here?”Jeff blinked as he had just stepped into the wrong office. “Uh…”Gerard’s brows remained straight, but the twitch at the corner of his lips betrayed it. “For the tenth time Liam, I’m not a bastard, I have parents who actually wanted me.”I should have felt bad for Liam. But Liam keeps calling him a bastard when he knew fully well how Gera