Oscar Upset Novels & Stories

Instantly she was startled, looking at her husband with astonishment. "Is there something wrong?" she asked. Oskar sat down holding his cell phone which didn't ring anymore. "It doesn't matter...I just don't want you to be bothered by what the office people say," Oskar replied with a sleepy expression. "What is going on?" Sarah asked with a probing look. Oscar sighed. “My company is in a bit of trouble… Uh, I mean….I lost the project tender in Vermont," he lied. "Is that going to be bad?"

Oscar's POV The party was over. But she never left my head. Watching her act like everything was alright even after she had just been rejected was weird. I was expecting her to break down into tears and cry. Maybe shout and yell at Brian. But she acted like she didn't care. If one didn't know, they would think she wasn't hurt.

What were the odds? The memory of her fierce yet radiant eyes lingered, and Walter felt a tug in his chest. He could not deny it—he was captivated by Ms. Foster. At that very moment, Oscar, out of breath, made it to the scene. He had just learned that his boss had a run-in with Ms. Foster, and the old feud between their families flashed through his mind, sending a shiver down his spine. He wanted to calm his boss down before things escalated. However, when he got there, the room was deserted.

Alice glared coldly at him and said sternly, "No way. You must go through with the wedding ceremony. Otherwise, you're not leaving this place!" Oscar tried to circle around her, but the bodyguards immediately ran up to stop him. Oscar lost control of his emotions and roared, "Fuck off!" Evie rushed over to him and grabbed him by his arm. "Oscar! Stop making a fuss! There are millions of people watching us. You're embarrassing me!" Oscar withdrew his arm and inhaled deeply before answering her firmly. "I'm sorry, but I can't marry you anymore." Evie was shocked. However, she forced a smile on her face and said, "That's not funny."

Joe approached with a big smile on his face, carrying a steaming tray of arrabbiata pasta. Arabella frowned. “I forgot to mention—hold the parsley.” I was surprised. “How did you know I can’t stand parsley?” Arabella gave me a funny look. “What kind of silly question is that? I have eyes. I can see.” I let out a wry smile. An incoming call from Patrick popped up on my mobile screen. I left the call unanswered until it disconnected on its own. Next, Arabella’s phone rang. With a chuckle, Arabella hung up on Patrick. “I guess he must have seen our press release about our new chief engineer. I never imagined I’d see him this shaken after years of nothing but arrogance.”

Oscar Williams stood in his room, his left hand tucked into his pant pocket while his right hand held a glass of wine which he kept sipping from. He gazed out of the window, deep in thoughts... The lines on his forehead in full display as it expressed how disturbed he is. He's so worried about everything that happened at the restaurant, the whole Katie Roland grandparent thing... it happened so unexpectedly. Thinking about the millions of dollars he lost from the Sweden client pulling out at the last minute, is only making him go insane.

Victor well done for babbling like an idiot. Wow!! an award winning actor doesn't know how to get a maid into his bed. Nice!! "I'm sorry but I don't want to know someone like you" She said as walk out of me. “Really? Did she just walk out of me?” I screamed as I threw my hand up in the hair, frustrated. "Obviously yes! I just saw that" Oscar smirk happily. I ran up to where I put my laptop, I've forgotten that I was on a video call with Oscar before she came in now he's not going to stop teasing me.

"And I repaid that debt, in full. So why the hell am I still expected to bow and scrape? My heart's only ever had room for Maya. It still does. Dad, you're getting old. If you don't want to intervene anymore, I won't blame you. But don't think you still have the right to tell me how to live my life." It was rare—exceedingly rare—for Oscar to lose his composure like this. But today, after an entire day of being unable to reach Maya, he was unraveling. He was losing it. What had started as a simple plan to appear vulnerable—just enough to close the distance between him and Maya—had somehow, maddeningly, spiraled into another mess involving Diana. The cigar between his fingers burned down to a

“What other tricks do you have on your sleeve?“ he asked . However, Oscar ignored his unwanted remark and continued with his intention” Hurry up , we have a surgery for you . I have hired the best doctor in the world and he is going to transform you back to the way you were before all this. You won’t have those ugly scars on your face any more.” Upon searching his expression, he was unmoved and Oscar couldn’t think of what was in his mind . This was a piece of news that should have made him happy. Then came the bomb, in a way he had expected this from him. He was just unpredictable as always.

With one of his eyes flashing with dollar signs, the man took the check from the table with his hands and said, "Alright then. I'll leave first, Miss Yates." Zoella nodded her head blankly. The man walked out quickly. Zoella then leaned her back against the seat and closed her eyes. "Miss Yates, Oscar is here again." Octavia came in from the outside in a panic. Oscar? Zoella's closed eyes quickly widened, emitting two sharp rays of light. "Quickly, throw him out." She panicked and ordered. Whenever she heard of the name 'Oscar', she would tremble and feel disgusted. She would even go crazy from hatred. So, naturally, she didn't want to see that face that triggered her disgust.