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It’s Over

OLIVIA Mr. Keen shifted in his seat, adjusting his glasses as he set a stack of papers on the table. “I’ve requested a copy of the prenup from Mr. Adler’s lawyer,” he said. Dante left his post by the wall and sat next to me, his arm brushing mine. I drew in a breath, comforted by his presence. “But I didn’t mention your intention to file for divorce although I’ve started the process,” Mr. Keen added carefully. Dante’s jaw tightened as he leaned forward, his fingers laced together. “Why keep that to yourself?” Mr. Keen leaned in, folding his hands on the table too. “Mr. Devereux, you know strategy is everything in legal matters.” His eyes flicked to me for a moment before he went on. “If we tip off his lawyer too early, they’ll have time to build a stronger defense, especially since they already suspect you’re moving toward divorce. We don’t want them on high alert just yet.” Dante nodded slowly, fingers drumming against his leg, his eyes still locked on Mr. Keen. Mr.

Karma

DOMINIC I let out a sharp laugh, eyes fixed on the divorce papers in front of me. Was Olivia serious? Did she really think she could just walk away from me, with a divorce in hand? My gaze flicked over the pages, stopping at the number—ten million dollars I scoffed again. Ten million. Olivia didn’t have that kind of money. She could work her whole life and never come close. So where was she even supposed to get it? The thought lingered, twisting in my mind, and for a moment I wondered if she knew something I didn’t. My hand slammed onto the table, hard. The papers jumped, and my jaw clenched as anger surged through me. Was she cheating on me all this time? Was she with someone else? And was that the man who gave her the money? The thought made heat burn up my neck and face. My chest rose and fell fast, thoughts spinning out of control, then her voice echoed in my head, her words from earlier replaying, sharp and clear. “You said no man would ever want me again.

After Dominic

OLIVIA “This is the last of it,” Lilian said, dropping the box with a grunt. She wiped her forehead and blew out a breath. “Hard to believe you fit your whole life into five boxes.” I smiled faintly but kept my eyes on the building in front of me. “Thanks,” I said. I didn’t move, just stood there taking it all in. My new apartment was old, had worn edges, and bricks chipped from too many winters. Wildflowers climbed the metal railings, softening the cracks and rust. It couldn’t have been more different from Dominic’s mansion. I wrapped my arms around myself. This was it. My new beginning. My freedom. It wasn’t the life I once pictured, not the future I thought I’d have when I married one of the fast rising men in the industry. It wasn’t the sleek high-rise I lived in back when I was still modeling. This was smaller and quieter, but it was mine. All mine. “I’ll make this work,” I said out loud, mostly to myself. “Don’t worry,” Lilian chipped in softly. “We’ll make i

Spiraling

DANTE “Why do you think you’re about to spiral out of control?” Linda sat across from me, pen ready over her notepad, her bright blue eyes fixed on me like she could see straight into my head. For a second, I almost laughed. I never understood why someone like her chose this job—listening to people like me spill their mess and dirty secrets. She was pretty, put-together, mid-thirties, the kind of blonde you’d expect to have an easier life. One filled with light, not other people’s darkness. The leather chair squeaked as I shifted, heat rising in my chest. From the first day I met Linda, I knew I didn’t believe in therapy. I knew it wouldn’t change me or turn me into some polished, shining knight. Still, I smiled, played along, sat through her questions, and nodded in all the right places. But deep down, I’d always known it was a waste of time. Words couldn’t fix people like me. Hurt doesn’t disappear with a box of tissues and a kind smile. The woman you want wouldn’t leave

Control

DANTE I didn’t have to force my way into her life. I was already there but she was just resisting. “She pushed me away.” My shoulders stiffened, fingers flexing against the arm of the chair, my jaw locked tight. “But she needs me.” Linda’s gaze stayed steady on me, though I caught the way her eyes grew softer. I wondered if she could see how much it cost me to admit that out loud. “Dante…” She set her pen down gently on the table. “People who are hurting sometimes push others away. It doesn’t mean they don’t need you.” She leaned forward a little. “It means they’re scared. They’re protecting themselves the only way they know how.” I stayed quiet, staring at the carpet, my brows drawn together. Linda let out a slow breath. “I know her divorce might seem small to you, maybe even silly.” She brushed her finger against her nose. “But Olivia loved her husband. No matter how it ended, she’s grieving something she once thought would last forever. She’s still emotional. She’

No more hiding

OLIVIA I stood in the kitchen, slicing my sandwich in half, when I heard Lilian call my name. “Olivia…” I looked up, frowning. “What is it?” She was standing by the TV, one hand pressed to her mouth, her eyes wide. “You need to see this,” she said. Curious, I stepped closer, still holding my sandwich. My pulse started to quicken as I caught a glimpse of the screen. My feet felt stuck to the floor, my arm dropping slowly to my side. Was that… my picture? No. It was our picture flashing across the screen. Dominic stood in a suit, a practiced smile on his face, beside me in that red gown from the gala two summers ago. I remembered that night, how perfect everything had seemed. My eyes were drawn to the headline: TRAGIC DIVORCE: OLIVIA MONROE AND DOMINIC ADLER SPLIT AFTER TWO YEARS. But it wasn’t the bold letters that made my stomach sink. It was the words underneath, the reporter’s voice, that sent a chill down my spine: “…not many details have been released,” sh

Against All Odds

OLIVIA “What will you do?” Lilian asked softly. The corners of my lips curled into a smirk. I didn’t know exactly how yet, but I wasn’t going to sit back and let this ruin my life. “Dominic thinks I’ve hurt his brand,” I replied, my hands dropping to my waist. “He says my actions have endangered his precious Adlese. But what he doesn’t realize… I was the one who made that brand what it is. I stood by him, helped him build it from the ground up. Without me, he’d be nothing.” Lilian stepped closer, her eyes searching my face. “So?” I leaned in, looking her straight in the eye. “If Dominic wants to use Adlese as a weapon, then I’ll turn it against him. I’ll make him regret ever messing with me. Without me, he’s still just another businessman with a small name.” “You still haven’t told me how you plan to take him down.” She cuts in. “I’ll take his claims and make them reality. I’ll show him the power of what he’s underestimated.” I took a deep breath. “I’m done hiding.

Dante’s Terms

OLIVIA I watched as a woman—curvy, busty, and barely contained by the tight blouse she wore—stepped out of Dante’s office. Her chest bounced with every step, and for a moment, I thought the fabric might give up on her. My lips twisted in a scornful scoff, arms crossed over my chest. So much for all that talk about not staying away from me and wanting me. Nonsense. And that woman? She clearly wasn’t a model in his office. Lying ass. The secretary glanced up. “He’s ready for you now.” I nodded and moved forward, knocking twice at his door before pushing it open. I stepped inside, my eyes landing on Dante sitting smugly behind his desk, and his gaze fixed on me like he’d been waiting. I stopped in front of his desk, smoothed my skirt, and sat down without waiting for him to offer a chair. “I expected you sooner,” he said, leaning back with that maddening half-smile that always made me want to roll my eyes. I clenched my jaw, forcing my expression neutral. “I’m here

A shot at the spotlight

OLIVIA My eyes narrowed as I considered his words. Despite my irritation, he had a point. I have been away from the game far too long. Now that I had a chance to get back in, I couldn’t let this trip or him throw me off balance. “Whatever you say, Mr. Devereux,” I whined. “I’ll go. But I’ll pick my room and my hotel.” He shrugged, a small, entertained smile spreading across his lips. “Fair enough,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “You’ve got your terms but don’t forget, Olivia, I’m the one helping you. The least you could do is make this trip… pleasant.” The intercom buzzed immediately, and he pressed the button. “Get Nico up here. Now.” “We haven’t worked anything out,” I said quickly. “This is strictly professional. I am maintaining a boss-employee relationship during the trip to Paris. Nothing more.” He tilted his head, clearly amused by my insistence. Before he could reply, the office door opened. A man stepped in, tall, broad-shouldered, and immediately recogn

Under fire

OLIVIA As the taxi made a U-turn down my street, I leaned back in the seat, a soft smile curving at my lips. For the first time in days, maybe weeks, I felt something like happiness or at least relief. I didn’t expect today to go so smoothly. Certainly not leaving Dante’s office without one of our usual arguments. But closing his show? I shook my head. Dante was complicated, infuriating, and manipulative but despite all that, it was nice to see that he actually cared deeply for me. Even Nico, who I thought would lose his patience during the fitting, had surprised me. Though I was bigger than the sample size, he didn’t snap or make me feel out of place. He measured me quietly, professionally, without a single comment. A rush of excitement bubbled up inside me. I couldn’t wait to tell Lilian how everything had gone. The taxi stopped in front of my apartment building. I handed over the fare, and stepped out, pulling my coat tighter around my chest and began walking towar

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