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Chapter 7 Cracks in the ice

Word Count: 1174    |    Released on: 13/06/2025

ie could say, it was a house of lies and pretence where she had herself cag

ngs - the way Oliver's eyes lingered on her

f quickly if she turns to look at him. He almost fell off the staircase on

changing pleasantries as opposed to early days they spent together when he was

ice, but every now and then, a cra

nts or recent changes she noticed in him after all what they

there's a lot more to Oliver Blackwood other than the cold, m

y for the public to see and think that the dark billionaire had just

ag with beautiful gold earrings and wrist bands. The shape of her body w

alked side by side, arm in arm, everyone would think that t

to see, it was only Charlotte that knew the

the cameras, his words rehearsed. Yet underneath the facade, she sensed a tension

a lot to drink. But Charlie wouldn't drink much. She poured little into h

llo..." "Nickki... I'm Nickki" the lady quickly cut in. "Hello Nickki," Charl

e social status and class she didn't know what to discuss with t

and left to call her best friend Emily, but on a second tho

to find out that Oliver had left his friends and was coming in s

at made her so uncomfortable. She walked to him a

taggered out of the car and on towards the entrance of

what exactly to do. She was contemplating whether

liver turned, his eyes fin

looking at me like that?" H

im and didn't say anything in response to h

his way through like a blind man, using his hands to search fo

as his face came very close to hers. He laughed an

tate you or something, you wouldn't even offer me a helping

d of hair that was covering her eyes back and tucked it behind her ear. His

either." He said in a tone mixed with disappointment and frustr

come easily

Was it the alcohol speaking? A crack in his armo

. Oliver retreated back into his cold, distant persona, bu

te saw the

e room, an unreadable expression on his face. Sometimes his hand would linger when he hande

ighting

her how much she

one in the library. She was tracing the spines

heart fluttered - but when sh

had never

black, a shadow

out, the man pressed

ered urgently. "You have to

's blood

d, backing away, her heart

ng nervously toward the doorway. "They'

kly as he appeared, he

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