Harrington was shocked to hear Oliver's request for a rope, but he couldn't find his voice to utter a single word. Meanwhile, Maria, who appeared lost in her thoughts, hadn't caught Oliver's words. Annoyed, Oliver snapped his fingers at her, jolting her back to reality."A rope! Get me a rope, and stop thinking. Am I too handsome that you're lost?" he quipped, a hint of playful arrogance in his tone.Maria snapped out of her daze, her brows furrowing in confusion. "What do you need a rope for?" she asked, curiosity tinged with caution.Oliver waved off her questions dismissively. "Stop asking questions and get it for me," he ordered.Nodding, Maria walked briskly to her car and returned moments later with a long rope, handing it to Oliver. She couldn't help but wonder what he intended to do with it.Harrington, unable to contain his curiosity, interjected, "What are you going to do?"Oliver grinned mischievously. "Tie you, of course," he replied, his words laced with a sense of dark sa
In the evening, Oliver, Logan, and Amara arrived at the grand estate. As they stepped out of the car, carrying bags loaded with their purchases from the mall, their attention was drawn to an elderly man in his 70s making his way towards them. Despite his age, he exuded a sense of vitality and strength.Oliver furrowed her brows and turned to Amara, curiosity evident in her voice. "Amara, who is this old man?"Amara replied, "He's the butler here." Oliver nodded, still puzzled by the fact that he hadn't noticed him earlier."Perhaps he wasn't around or was occupied with other tasks," Amara suggested, offering a possible explanation.Oliver accepted the response with a nod. As the elderly man approached, he addressed Oliver with a warm smile. "Young Master Storm, I'm delighted to see you."Oliver acknowledged the greeting with a nod and replied, "Thank you, Butler."The butler's smile widened, and he remarked, "Ah, it seems the young miss has enlightened you about my identity today."O
Oliver's face twisted into a frown upon hearing his uncle's words. Logan and Amara mirrored his expression, clearly dissatisfied by Magnus' accusations.Oliver couldn't help but speak up, his voice laced with frustration, "Uncle, what is all this? If you have concerns, you should address them with my mother, not with me."Magnus, already brimming with anger, was further provoked by Oliver's response. His face reddened, and he snapped, "How dare you speak to me in such a manner, boy!"Oliver remained composed, refusing to let his uncle's hostility rattle him. He maintained his gaze on Magnus, silently urging him to calm down and engage in a rational conversation.Amara, sensing the tension escalating, attempted to interject, "But Uncle—"However, before she could finish her sentence, Magnus forcefully cut her off, his voice filled with authority, "Silence! You have no right to speak!"Amara reluctantly fell silent, casting a worried glance at Oliver. It was clear that Magnus' temper was
Oliver looked at Logan with a curious expression and remarked, "I thought you should be asleep by now. Why are you still awake?"Logan let out a sigh and asked, "Can I come in?"Oliver nodded and opened the door, allowing Logan to enter the room. She glanced around and exclaimed, "Wow, your room is so beautiful."Smiling, Oliver took a seat on the bed and gestured for Logan to join him. She nodded and settled beside him, expressing her apologies for the incident with his uncle earlier. Chuckling softly, Oliver reassured her, "Don't worry about it. I'll handle things slowly but surely."Logan nodded in understanding and then asked, "Do you remember my friend Nora?""Of course I do," Oliver replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "We almost kissed on our first meeting thanks to her. But I thought you said she traveled to take care of some family business. What's wrong?"Logan revealed, "Well, she just called me and told me that she's actually in New York too. She plans to contact me
Oliver's smirk deepened, his own desire mirroring Logan's. He met her gaze, his eyes dark with hunger, as he let out a low, husky chuckle."Well, then," he replied, his voice dripping with a mix of confidence and desire. "I guess I'll have to make sure you have an unforgettable night."Oliver climbed onto the bed, his movements fueled by desire and a hunger that could no longer be contained. As he joined Logan, their bodies melded together, their lips meeting in a fervent kiss that ignited a fiery passion within them.Their lips danced in a heated embrace, their tongues intertwining with a fervor that conveyed their deep longing for one another. Oliver's hands roamed across Logan's body, tracing the contours of her curves, while Logan's fingers tangled in Oliver's hair, pulling him closer and deepening the intensity of theirtheir connection.Their kisses grew more fervent, each one conveying the raw desire and yearning that consumed them. The heat between them intensified; their bodie
Logan and Oliver walked into the dining hall, the atmosphere shifting as all family members turned their attention towards them. Logan could feel the weight of their stares, especially from Oliver's two cousins, Cedric and Ambrose. She glanced at them briefly, unfazed by their gaze, and focused on accompanying Oliver.Garcia, seated at the head of the table, beamed as she saw Oliver approaching. "Son, you're here," she said warmly. Oliver walked up to her and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Good morning, Mom. How was your night?" he asked.Oliver's eyes shifted to Logan, a genuine smile gracing his lips. "It was nice," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. Magnus and the others watched with disdain, their hostility evident.Garcia turned her attention towards Logan, her brows furrowing with concern. "Logan, the maid said you weren't in your room. Where were you?" She asked, her tone gentle yet inquisitive. All eyes in the dining hall were fixated on Logan, awaiting her respon
Garcia nodded, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Yes, my dear. It's yours."Logan was overwhelmed by the generosity and thoughtfulness of Garcia's gift. She couldn't contain her appreciation as she looked at the dress, a symbol of luxury and style. Ralph Lauren, renowned for their timeless designs and impeccable quality, was a name synonymous with fashion excellence."Thank you, aunt." She said. "Having the opportunity to even dine with you is something like a dream; I'm grateful." She added. Garcia only smiled but said nothing.Oliver took the other bag, and Garcia told him, "Inside, you'll find a suit and a pair of shoes specially chosen for you to wear to the company."Curiosity sparked within Oliver as he eagerly opened the bag, revealing the contents. His eyes widened in amazement at the sight of the exquisitely designed suit and stylish shoes.Oliver remarked, "Wow, this suit is incredible! Where is it from?"Garcia smiled and replied, "It's from Armani, known for their impeccab
Garcia shook her head gently, explaining, "The ownership and shares I mentioned are my private holdings, not widely known by everyone, including the company boards. They usually have knowledge of my shares in smaller enterprises, not the larger ones." She glanced at Oliver and added, "But if you wish to meet them, I can make a call and have them fly over."Relieved, Oliver sighed and declined, "No, Mom. I was just worried about facing renowned CEOs, but if they won't be present, it's okay."Garcia nodded, reassuring her son, "Oliver, you're my chosen successor, and there's still so much for you to learn and grow into."Meanwhile, in a lavishly decorated room, the man who had assigned Vespera the task of assassinating Oliver Storm paced back and forth, consumed by fury. He repeatedly slammed his fist against nearby objects, his anger fueling his destructive outburst."Bullshit!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with frustration. "It's been days, and I'm not getting any news from Vespera o