Chapter 145
OLIVIA’S POV
“See, I knew you would be alright. And we’re almost at the airport,” Damian said with a relaxed smile as he remained seated beside me, his voice calm.
laced with relief.
I gave a small nod and leaned back, trying to relax my shoulders. “Yeah… I guess I just panicked a little. This was my first time I admitted, letting out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.
“It’s alright,” he said kindly “It’s natural to panic in situations like this. But you handled yourself well.”
There was a short pause before Damian turned to me, his tone shifting into something a little more curious. “So tell me a little about yourself. Are you and Julian in a relationship? I couldn’t help but notice how protective he was when I tried speaking to you outside.”
His assumption almost made me laugh out loud. I gave him a half–smile and shook my head. “No, it’s nothing like that at all. He’s just… always been that way with me. Very protective.” I paused, watching his brow furrow slightly. “Honestly, I’m surprised you don’t know, considering you’re his best friend.”
Damian’s head tilted to the side. “Know what?” he asked, clearly intrigued now. “He’s been keeping a lot from me these past few months, so please fill
me in.”
I leaned in a little, lowering my voice to a near whisper, even though there was no one else around to hear. “Well… I’m actually his long–lost sister.”
For a second, Damian laughed as if I had just told the punchline of a joke. But when he realized I wasn’t laughing along with him–when he saw the steady look in my eyes–his expression dropped. His eyebrows raised in disbelief.
“Wait… you’re not joking?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper now.
I shook my head. “Not even a little.”
“Holy fuck!” he blurted, standing up so fast the seat squeaked beneath him. His hands flew to his head in disbelief. “You’re…wait, that actually makes so much sense now! Your name is Olivia… and the way he was acting, of course! Wow!” He sat back down slowly, still stunned.
“Yeah, it’s a lot to process,” I said casually, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “But we’ve kind of passed the shock stage already. It’s old news to us
now.”
Damian blinked at me. “Still, this is incredible. You’re a Blake. Julian and his family… they mourned you. Everyone thought you were dead.”
I gave a faint smile. “That’s what life does sometimes. Throws unexpected reunions at you.”
Damian leaned in again, the curiosity in his eyes growing. “But wait–at least tell me something. Where’ve you been all this time? How did you survive? You can’t just drop something this huge and not tell me the story.”
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I let out a quiet sigh and looked out the plane window for a moment before turning back to him. “Honestly? There’s not much to tell. A nice orphanage took me in. Then I got adopted by some people who turned out to be… pretty horrible. I didn’t even know I was adopted until recently, when! that Julian was my brother. So yeah, that’s how we got here.”
I spoke the words like they were no big deal, like the last week hadn’t been one of the most traumatic yet life–changing periods of my life. But deep down, I knew I was still processing it all.
Damian stared at me, a mix of concern and disbelief on his face. “You’re leaving out the important parts, Olivia. What happened to Mom? What happened to you guys?” He rubbed his forehead, clearly overwhelmed. “I woke up one day, and Julian was calling me from a payphone with an unknown number, sounding like a different person. I didn’t push him for answers then, but now you both show up here–with bruises, no less—and no real explanation. I was hoping you could explain that part.”
I looked at him, my expression sobering. This wasn’t something I could keep brushing off anymore. The truth needed to come out at least some of it.
“How about we explain everything when we get off this plane?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m still trying to keep it together, honestly.
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Damian gave a small nod, sensing the heaviness in my words. “Okay, sure,” he said gently, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes, giving me son il
space.
Just then, the plane hit a pocket of turbulence. The sudden jolt made my heart leap into my throat. Instinctively, I gripped the armrest tightly, my knuckles turning white as the aircraft shook beneath us. I sucked in a few shaky breaths, trying not to panic. My other hand moved protectively over my
“Am guessing…” Damian’s voice cut through the tension with an attempt at lightness. “That’s not just a big lunch belly?”
Despite everything, a small smile tugged at my lips. I glanced down at my baby bump, which was becoming more visible by the day. “No,” Freplied softly. “I’m expecting.”
I turned my gaze away from him, staring out at the clouds drifting past the window. “Well… I’m no longer married,” I said, the ache in my chest growing sharper with each word. The sting of Adrian’s betrayal still lived inside me like a wound that refused to heal.
There was a short pause before Damian spoke again, his voice softer this time. “Sorry to hear that. I just assumed you were married because–well, who in their right mind would leave you… especially in a condition like this?”
“Thank you,” I murmured, offering him a small smile, even though my heart was still heavy. “I hope so too.”
I leaned in the soft, leather seat and let my body finally relax. It felt like I hadn’t truly rested in weeks–maybe months. Between the chaos of escaping, the trauma of what had happened, and the emotional weight I’d been carrying, my body and soul were on the brink of collapse.
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