Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Forgotten Obsession : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

Olivia's POV.It’s been six years. Six long years since I’ve been trying to conceive again after I got married to the love of my life, Victor Ashford. We've been married for six years, and after having my first child, I've always wanted to give him another child. Always wanted to give my daughter a sibling.I sat alone on the high stool at the far end of the bar. The wood under my hands felt sticky and rough. The air smelled of old beer, cigarette smoke, and something sour.My fingers shook as I reached for the bottle. I poured a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the weak yellow light from the sign above the cracked mirror. I lifted the glass and downed it in one go, letting it burn. The burn slid down my throat and settled hot in my empty stomach. I poured again. Two months gone and just a day I told my husband the good news, I lost my second child. The words sat heavy in my chest. This morning the bleeding had started while I still lay alone in my bed.The sharp cramp

Olivia's POV.I got a cab that morning and drove straight to the Ashford’s residence. The city passed by in a blur of gray buildings and wet streets. My head still felt light, like it floated a little above my shoulders. My body carried a dull, deep ache from the night before. When the tall black gates of our home finally came into view, something inside my chest loosened. I got down from the car. The air suddenly shifted to my taste… so refreshing and home. Cool morning air touched my face. It smelled of damp grass, clean earth, and the faint sweetness of the white flowers that always grew near the entrance. “That’s more like it.” I sniffed the air, entering my house. The familiar scent of flowers, and the soft laundry soap Ms. Lin always used wrapped around me like a quiet welcome. The marble floor felt cool and smooth under my heels. “Ma’am, where have you been last night? Your husband was really worried.” My closest maid, one that’s like a mother and a friend to me, sc

Olivia's POV.I walked back to my seat, moving really slow. My mind clouded with thoughts. “Who is this guy?” I screamed in my head as I sat down. The brown bag still sat on the corner of my desk like it was watching me. The paper looked ordinary, but it felt heavy with everything it meant. I really thought he would ask for money like someone of his status or character would after helping someone who coincidentally turns out to be rich. I’m willing to pay any sum rather than go on a date with a thug. I bent my head down to my desk, losing it and trying to compose myself. My fingers pressed hard against the table. I just can’t stop thinking as I’m so sure he has ulterior motives. The fear from earlier still sat cold in my stomach, mixed with anger that refused to settle. “Olivia—” I lifted my head up from the papers I was reviewing. My heart skipped a beat. Victor stood in the doorway. His tie was slightly loose. His eyes looked tired but soft when they found me. “You sho