The Forbidden Night.
1248 Words
“I cannot stop thinking about him,” Olivia whispered to herself as she stared at the ceiling in the dark.
She turned on her bed, restless, her body still remembering the way Ethan’s lips had claimed hers at the gala.
No matter how much she tried, she could not forget the way his touch burned into her skin.
Weeks had passed, yet every night was the same.
She would close her eyes and see him. His strong jaw. His intense eyes. His voice when he leaned close to her ear.
Her hand pressed against her chest. “Why him? Why now?”
But she knew the answer. Ethan Blackwood was not like any man she had ever met.
He was powerful, dangerous, and untouchable. He lived in a world of money and control, while she was just a struggling designer trying to survive in New York.
Still… one night with him had changed everything.
The next morning, Olivia dragged herself into her tiny studio. Fabrics, unfinished sketches, and sewing tools covered every corner. She tried to focus on her work, but her hands kept trembling.
Her best friend Sophia, who often visited to keep her company, noticed.
“Olivia, are you okay?” Sophia asked, leaning against the table.
“I’m fine,” Olivia said quickly, avoiding her eyes.
Sophia frowned. “No, you’re not. You’ve been pale for days. And don’t think I didn’t notice you nearly fainting yesterday.”
“I’m just tired,” Olivia muttered, flipping through fabric samples.
Sophia crossed her arms. “Tired? Or… pregnant?”
Olivia froze. Her fingers stopped moving.
“Wh-what?” she stammered.
Sophia raised her brows. “Don’t lie to me. I’ve known you since we were kids. You’ve missed your cycle, haven’t you?”
Olivia swallowed hard. Tears stung her eyes, but she shook her head. “I… I don’t know. I can’t be.”
Sophia’s face softened. “Olivia, tell me the truth.”
With a deep breath, Olivia whispered, “Yes. I think I am.”
Sophia’s hand flew to her mouth. “Oh my God. And the father… It’s Ethan Blackwood, isn’t it?”
Olivia burst into tears. “Please, don’t say his name. Please. Nobody can know.”
Sophia hugged her tightly. “Olivia, what are you going to do?”
“I’ll keep the baby,” Olivia whispered. “But I’ll raise it alone. My parents will hate me for this. Clara will mock me. And Ethan… he can never know.”
Across the city, Ethan sat in his penthouse office, his mind restless even though he faced a mountain of business worries.
His rival, Marcus, was pushing into his empire, deals were slipping, but Ethan’s focus kept drifting back to one thing.
Olivia Bennett.
Her soft skin. Her trembling lips. The way she had looked at him like he was more than just a billionaire playboy.
He rubbed his temples. “Why can’t I get her out of my head?”
His assistant knocked and entered, placing files on his desk. Ethan barely heard a word.
The truth was, Olivia had left something behind that night—a piece of himself he couldn’t recover.
Back in her studio, Olivia tried to act normal, but Daniel—her childhood friend who had always carried a secret love for her—noticed the changes too.
“Olivia,” Daniel said one evening, dropping by with coffee, “you’re different. Is something wrong?”
Olivia forced a smile. “No, I’m fine.”
Daniel studied her carefully. “You know you can tell me anything. I’ll always be here for you.”
Her chest ached. Daniel was kind, safe, everything a girl should want. But he wasn’t Ethan.
“I appreciate you, Daniel,” Olivia said softly, “but some things… I have to handle it alone.”
Daniel’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. “Just remember, I’m not going anywhere.”
While Olivia fought to keep her secret hidden, Marcus, Ethan’s ruthless rival, was busy making his own moves.
One of his men had followed Olivia, snapping photos of her at the clinic, her hand protectively resting on her belly.
Marcus smirked as he looked at the pictures. “So, Blackwood left a gift behind. Interesting. Very interesting.”
He leaned back in his chair, already planning how to use this secret against Ethan.
Time moved quickly, and soon another gala was held in New York. Olivia had no choice but to attend.
She had been invited by a client who admired her designs, and saying no would mean losing her only big break.
She stood in front of the mirror before leaving, adjusting her simple but elegant dress. Her baby bump was still small, but her hand kept drifting over it protectively.
“Please, let no one notice,” she whispered.
At the gala, lights sparkled, music played, and laughter filled the air. Olivia tried to stay in the background, avoiding attention.
But fate was cruel.
Because Ethan Blackwood walked into the room.
The crowd parted for him, his presence commanding as always. Women turned their heads, men whispered his name, and every eye followed him.
Olivia’s heart slammed against her chest. She tried to look away, but his gaze found her.
Ethan froze.
His eyes scanned her from head to toe, and then they landed on the slight curve of her belly. The way her hand instinctively moved to cover it.
His jaw tightened. His fists clenched.
He strode toward her without hesitation.
“Ethan…” Olivia whispered as he stopped right in front of her.
His voice was low, dangerous, filled with something she could not name. “Olivia. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Her lips parted, trembling. “Tell you… What?”
His eyes burned into hers. “Don’t play games with me. That child… It’s mine, isn’t it?”
Olivia’s knees went weak. The entire room spun. She wanted to deny it, to run, to hide. But Ethan’s grip on her arm stopped her.
The music faded in her ears. All she could hear was his breathing, his heartbeat pounding as loud as her own.
“Ethan, please,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. “Not here.”
But he leaned closer, his voice firm. “You’re carrying my baby. And you thought you could hide it from me?”
Olivia gasped, caught between fear and the memory of the passion they had shared.
All around them, people were staring. But at that moment, it was only the two of them.
Ethan’s face was unreadable. His power, his anger, his desire—all mixed in his gaze.
“Answer me, Olivia,” he demanded, his voice breaking with emotion. “Is it mine?”
Olivia’s lips trembled as she whispered, “Yes.”
His grip tightened, his jaw set. “Then you’re coming with me.”
Her heart raced. “What do you mean?”
Ethan pulled her closer, his eyes burning with determination. “You’re not going anywhere. You belong with me now. Both of you.”
Olivia’s breath caught. She stared at him, torn between fear and the part of her heart that still ached for him.
But in the shadows, Marcus watched with a cold smile. He finally had the proof he needed to destroy Ethan.
And Olivia knew, deep inside, that this was only the beginning.
Would Ethan protect her and the baby… or would his world swallow them whole?
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