BOOK8 Chapter1
Michael awoke from the dream, drenched in sweat.
It felt so real he almost believed he had truly spent seven years with me–Olivia
Johnson.
Every detail was so vivid it seemed tangible.
Michael stood by the floor–to–ceiling window, lost in thought.
“Why did I dream this?” he wondered.
Determined to find answers, he spent seven years and significant resources
searching for me.
Eventually, he found me exactly as he had seen in his dream.
I was sitting in a café, absorbed in a book.
Michael entered, his gaze fixed on me. He approached and sat down across from me, saying firmly: “Miss Johnson, we’ve met before.”
I looked up, confused: “I’m sorry, but I don’t remember meeting you.”
Michael’s eyes held an obsessive glint as he replied: “In a dream.”
Michael’s pursuit was relentless, but he never won my heart.
I remained indifferent and increasingly frightened. Yet, his stubbornness only grew. He was convinced that, with time, I would eventually become his wife. One day, his patience snapped.
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Eight Years Lost A Love Ungfaimed
BOOK8 Chapter1
He took my family hostage, demanding: “You know how much I love her and I’m willing to do anything for her. Now, I want her as my wife.”
My father, unable to resist, could only watch as I was taken away.
I was confined in Michael’s carefully arranged villa, designed to cut me off from the outside world. Michael visited daily, using every tactic to win me over, but I
stayed cold and unresponsive.
One day, Michael found me sitting by the window, staring blankly.
“Why won’t you accept me?” he asked, frustrated.
I didn’t turn around, simply saying: “Because I don’t love you.”
Michael approached and placed his hands on my shoulders: “Then who do you
love?”
I gently pushed him away: “I only love myself.”
As time passed, my father, worried for my safety, secretly entered the villa. When Michael discovered him, he broke his leg in a rage.
“You’re my wife now, and I won’t tolerate any man looking at you, not even your
father!” Michael’s voice was filled with fury.
Hearing my father’s cries, I rushed out. Seeing the scene before me, tears.
streamed down my face.
