The way Knox fought him that day left everyone, including myself, shocked as I didn't think he could pull that off since Noah was quite a big deal. "Can you still fight?" I looked at him and teased him. "Is there anyone messing with you?" He leaned forward, his eyes gazing into mine seriously, and
Chapter 36 Olivia Cruz POV "About earlier... I'm sorry, Ollie," Knox apologised to me once we arrived at the bus stop where he was supposed to drop me off. "I'll see you on Monday," I pushed the door open and alighted from the car. Even after hours of the kiss, my heart didn't stop racing. I hate
"I told you I was going out earlier," I shrugged sarcastically, and he scoffed. He stood up from the couch and turned to me, his raging eyes glaring at me. "And that is why I'm fucking asking you where the hell you are coming from, Olivia! Where the hell did you go?" He yelled at the top of his lu
Chapter 37 Dante Russell POV Olivia was getting on my last nerve, but sadly, I had to keep tolerating her. If not for this transplant, I would never have asked to be with her in the first place. Once I was done making noodles, I carefully took out the grounded sleeping pill to add to her food, bu
Olivia Cruz“Congratulations, Mrs. Roberto,” said the doctor. “Only three months left.” The joy I’d felt when the doctor first told me about my pregnancy was immeasurable, and that hadn’t dissipated. If anything, it had grown. I couldn’t wait to become a mom and couldn’t stop thinking about it on m
“Oh my God, Ollie,” Emily said, feigning concern. “Are you okay?” She rested her hand on my shoulder. “Do you need to go to the hospital? Dante, do something, please.” So pretentious. She didn't care one bit about me.“Let go of me, you shameless whore!” I said, pushing her away roughly.She yelped,
I sat on the couch in the living room of a house completely foreign to me. Being blind, I relied on familiarity. Here, I didn’t know my surroundings and was likely to fall or injure myself running into things. At least Dante hired a maid for me. Certainly unexpected. I supposed I should be grateful.
With no reason to live, I sat on the bed, waiting for death to find me. I’d lost my husband. I’d lost my son. So what was the point?The sound of the door opening drew my attention.“Look who we have here,” Emily said in a mocking tone. “Our sweet new mother. Congratulations on your safe delivery. I