Chapter 141
Chapter 141
OLIVIA’S POV
Wow.
That was the first word that came to mind as I stepped out onto the tarmac and took in the view before me. A soft breeze went across my skin as I looked up at the jet–no, scratch that–the beast of a plane in front of me, the sheer size of its body almost making it look like it belonged to a commercial airline rather than a private jet.
“Isn’t this too big to be a private jet?” I asked, half–joking, though I meant every word. The thing looked like it could carry a football team, their families, and a marching band.
Julian chuckled softly behind me but said nothing.
“Hey,” he said, extending a hand toward me. “I don’t know if Julian has told you about me, but I’m Damian. Childhood friend, sworn brother, partner–in- chaos, all that good stuff.”
So this was the guy Julian had mentioned would meet us at the airport. I gave him a polite smile and accepted the handshake. “Olivia. It’s nice to meet you, Damian.”
His hand was surprisingly warm, the kind of warm that felt comforting, like a cup of hot cocoa on arrogant.
And he didn’t let go.
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rainy day. His grip was firm, confident but not
“You know,” he added with a smirk, “he didn’t mention the person he was bringing along was not only a lady but one this beautiful.”
I raised an eyebrow at him, amusement dancing in my eyes, but before I could respond, a sharp, familiar ahem interrupted us. My mom. She was standing nearby, giving Damian a look that could have melted steel.
Damian let go of my hand immediately, turning to her with an apologetic smile. “Mom! I’m so sorry for not greeting you first. This angel here had me completely distracted. How have you been?”
“I’ve been better, young man,” my mom responded curtly, narrowing her eyes at him. “And don’t ‘mom‘ me. Back in Mexico, we were in the same city for three weeks, and I told you countless times to come visit me. But no–you kept pushing the date, giving me some excuse about work every time. You and Julian are birds of the same feather.”
She reached out and gave him a playful smack on the shoulder.
Damian winced dramatically and rubbed the spot. “Ouch. Okay, fair enough. I deserved that. But when Julian told me what happened to you, I cleared my schedule immediately. I’m glad to see you’re okay. No lasting injuries, right?”
“She’s fine,” Julian answered before Mom could speak, stepping forward. “But she shouldn’t be standing out here any longer, especially not in this condition. Let’s get inside.”
“Yes, you’re right. Let me help,” Damian said quickly, stepping to my mom’s other side and offering support–though I was already helping her. She need two people holding her arms like she was on her deathbed. But I kept that thought to myself.
Together, we slowly helped Mom up the steps and into the plane. The interior was as extravagant as the outside–leather seats, marble accents, and a long couch that looked more comfortable than my own bed.
I gently guided Mom to a reclined seat near the window and buckled her in. Then I took a seat on the plush couch across from her, finally letting out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The engines began to hum as the pilot started the plane’s moveinent down the runway.
I stared out the small, oval–shaped window/my reflection faint in the glass as the sun hit the side of the plane. It still didn’t feel real. I was truly leaving. The city that once caged me, the people who betrayed me, the memories that haunted me—I was flying away from it all,
There was no going back now.
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Chapter 141
A lump formed in my throat. Not this time. I was starting over. A fresh start, in a new place, surrounded by the few people who actually cared. I wasn’t running away. No–I was regrouping. Healing. Preparing.
My hand drifted to my stomach, resting gently against the small swell beneath my shirt. This tiny life inside me… it was my anchor and my fire! whispered silently, “We’ll come back one day. Stronger. And when we do, we’ll make them all pay for what they did to us.”
The low rumble of the engine grew louder. The jet began to roll forward, picking up speed on the runway. I gripped the armrest of my seat tightly, my fingers curling around the cool leather as my heart began to race. My stomach flipped, not just from nerves–but from something deeper. Something physical.
I tried, I really did–but my body wasn’t listening. I was pregnant, overwhelmed, and terrified. It wasn’t just the flying. It was everything. Everything I’d been holding in.
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