The life of Michelle Sanders never remained the same after her encounter with the rich Billionaire, Oliver Shane. Oliver was madly in love with her, so much that he could do anything for her. But everything changed on the night before their wedding. Michelle couldn't tell where the raw hatred her husband felt for her all of a sudden was coming from, little did she know her best friend, Beverly was the one behind it. She endured maltreatment and resentment from her husband for two years, until she was served divorce papers. Beverly finally won. She was able to get Oliver to divorce Michelle and marry her. But how long will her triumph last before Oliver finds out the truth about her? What happens when Oliver finally finds out all Beverly had done, and decided to run back to his ex? What happens when he finds out Michelle had already moved on with his best friend, Robert? Will he give up? Or will he fight and get back the love of his life? Let's find out in this heart racing piece.
Chapter 1 One
Michelle Sanders poured more gloss into her rich black hair and stared at her reflection for the millionth time. She stood upright and inspected the outfit she had chosen for the evening. It was a light brown chiffon top that complimented her beautiful glossy skin tone and it was tucked in with black palazzo pants. She noticed her curves and stared at her big round butts which pushed the pants to form a perfect figure.
Michelle was very beautiful and she knew it. But she always took her time to stare at her reflection before leaving the house in the mornings when she reported at the firm of tax lawyers she had worked with for three years, and even when she was going out for a morning jog. She gathered her hair and leveled them on her shoulder before deciding the lip gloss was not enough. She reached for it, pressed it against her lips, and smacked them until it was evenly spread on her small lips. Then she practiced a few smiles.
"You don't need to try too much."
Michelle shifted her gaze from the standing mirror to the other lady in the room, Beverly. They had met in college when Michelle was reading for hours, trying to pass out of law school with a distinction. Beverly was making a career in performing arts. It was Beverly's first week in Chicago and she was tired of spending good money on hotels. Michelle was trying to find accommodation outside the premises of the law college.
Michelle was bargaining with Tonia, the house agent when Beverly announced herself into the small office. Beverly needed a room. Michelle couldn't afford the high cost. Tonia was exhausted for the day and she figured it was better if the two ladies rented the apartment together. Lesser work for her.
"I know, Bev," Michelle responded. She took a quick glance at the mirror again before moving to the shoe rack where work shoes dominated. She picked a black stiletto that belonged to Beverly. It had become a rule never to ask for anything. She placed the heels over her feet and added six inches to her height.
Beverly was dressed in a black mini gown and red sling-back heels. "Let's go, Mich."
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The Nile restaurant was one of the most prestigious eat-outs in Chicago with a fascinating and compelling frontier. It was the best stop for most of the affluent in Chicago and tourists who wanted to get a taste of the best of the city. It had always been Beverly's dream to sit on one of those finely polished chairs and have the livered waiters attend to her. When she had saved up enough money, she thought it was wise to live like a rich lady, and she wanted Michelle to experience it too.
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Oliver Shane had a long day at the company and all he desired was a good meal. Not just any meal but the meal from his favorite restaurant in town.
The car gradually came to a halt right in front of the parking lot, while the driver rushed out to open the door of the backseat. Out came the glamorous, flair young man, Oliver, dressed in an ash-colored suit vest with a white shirt, sleeves rolled and ash pants to match, a watch on the left hand with a ring on his pinky finger, a pair of black brogue shoes, some dark shades and a smile to match it all up. He was charming and of a good height.
The security man at the door greeted him twice and he strutted in. He glanced to his favorite spot in the restaurant and noticed it was occupied by two ladies.
A waiter ran to his side when he noticed his pause.
"What's the matter, sir?"
Oliver pointed to his spot. "Occupied." He frowned at the waiter.
"I'll get it sorted out at once," the waiter said and hurried to the corner table.
The two women were sipping wine and waiting for their orders when the waiter rushed to their side.
"Pardon me misses, but this table needs to be vacated," he stated. The women were disgusted.
"We just got in here," Beverly stated. "Don't we have a right to sit wherever we want?"
"Y-yes, of course! But this is an emergency."
Beverly was ready for an argument about why she needed to remain undisturbed. She had saved up for weeks to afford the restaurant. Do they smell poverty too?
Michelle placed her hand gently on Beverly's hand. "It's a good thing that our order hasn't arrived. We can move to another table, Bev."
Beverly eyed the waiter angrily.
"I beg your patience," he offered.
"Let's go." Beverly grabbed her purse and moved to two tables behind. Beverly was still fusing about the ill-treatment when Oliver walked up to the vacated table. Beverly stopped when she saw the tall, handsome man walking gracefully towards his table. She watched him until he was sitting comfortably on the chair she sat on a few seconds ago.
Their orders arrived and for a few seconds, Beverly focused on the meal set before them.
"Cheers to the big life," she said.
Michelle smiled. The big life was great and luxury was golden. She just didn't know if she could get used to it. She dug knife and fork into the rotisserie chicken and reveled at the way it melted on her tongue. Surely, she could do this every weekend if she had the money to toss out.
Oliver sat a few meters before them with his phone latched between his ear and his elevated shoulder.
"Kayla...will you listen to me now?" He was visibly annoyed. "I didn't become CEO by being lazy...and I don't want to hear your excuses. I want those documents typed and submitted on my desk by 8 in the morning or consider typing a resignation letter instead."
As Kayla continued speaking, Oliver glanced around the restaurant. His order had arrived and was slowly cooling down. He noticed a lady in a black gown sitting some tables away stealing glances at him. He glanced at her exposed thighs and remembered she was one of the ladies he had displaced earlier. Kayla's excuses caught his attention again and he groaned angrily.
"Kayla, I'll say this one last time. I want those documents ready or you can prepare your resignation letter tomorrow. Goodnight." He ended the call and dropped the phone on his table. A sigh of exasperation escaped from his mouth and he stared at his compensation. After a stressful day, he deserved nothing but a good treat. He dug into the meal, took a bite, and escorted it with a flush of red wine. Oliver was a slow eater. He took his time to survey the outside world and the restaurant again before he found his gaze settling on the table where the two ladies dined. This time, he studied the other lady. With her black hair falling carelessly on her shoulder and a continuous smile on her face, she looked beautiful. He watched her as she spoke to the other lady who he had caught gazing at him earlier. His eyes fell to the physique he could see above the table and he concluded she was sexy. His gaze moved to the meal before him again and he took a bite.
Beverly took a sip of the wine beside her and smiled. "That's Oliver Shane," she said.
Michelle raised her head from her plate. "Who?"
"The guy who took our table."
Michelle took a glance at him and noted that he was good-looking. "Okay." She returned her attention to the food before her.
"Okay?! Oliver is a big name in America, not just Chicago." She sighed. "We should do this again. Next month, Mich."
Michelle toyed with the piece of chicken on her plate. "You know I cannot afford that, Bev."
Beverly rolled her eyes. "C'mon, babe. You work in a law firm ā a tax law firm. You see money every day."
"Money in papers, Bev. Even if I get to see these dollar notes, I can't take them."
"I didn't say you should steal them, Mich."
"Yeah." Michelle took a small chunk into her mouth. "I'll take us out next month but not to this expensive restaurant. Remind me how much a glass of wine cost here."
Both chuckled.
"We've got to get used to it."
Michelle always believed in cutting her coat according to her cloth. Spending hundreds of dollars in one night wasn't an indulgence she could afford. Both ate silently while considering how a life of affluence could affect them. For Beverly, it was a start. Michelle toyed with the idea but her account balance frightened her.
A few minutes later, the two ladies signaled the waiter. Beverly was flashing her debit card when the waiter pointed to the handsome man who had rudely taken their table. "Don't bother, miss. The gentleman over there has settled all your bills."
When the two ladies were looking at him, while trying to understand why he paid for their meal, Oliver strolled from his table and joined them on the vacant seat beside the table.
"Oliver Shane," he introduced himself.
Beverly thought it was her luckiest day. A man as rich and handsome as Oliver was sitting with them. Where were the news writers? She has always had a crush on him, and here he was, sitting at the same table with her. She was sure the night would end well for her.
Oliver's gaze was fixed mostly on Michelle, and seeing her closer, he discovered she was more beautiful than he'd imagined.
"It's my way of saying sorry. I love that position so much, it is my favorite spot."
"Of course."
Michelle nodded calmly and wished he would just leave them alone.
"Am I forgiven?" Oliver added.
"It's not a problem," Beverly responded. She smiled when he focused his attention on her. "I'm Beverly Daniels and..." She pointed to Michelle who was growing uncomfortable by the minute. "...that's Michelle Sanders."
"It's a pleasure to be seated with such beauties."
Beverly feared her cheeks were reddened with excitement. "The pleasure is ours."
Oliver took another glance at Michelle who hadn't spoken for a while.
"What do you do?" he asked her.
"I'm a lawyer."
"Oh! Great! And your friend?" He wanted her to be involved in the conversation but Michelle didn't count herself among those who could maintain a conversation with a stranger, especially one who had rudely displaced them from their table.
Beverly saved the moment. "I'm a dancer...a choreographer." Now that Oliver's eyes were fixed on her, she felt delighted.
"Awesome," Oliver said.
"You should come to one of the events I'm performing. That's the only way I can forgive you." She grimaced in mock annoyance until he accepted. Oliver faced Michelle and she wished he didn't.
"And the quiet lady to my right?"
"You've paid for our meals...I think that is enough."
"What law firm do you work for?" Oliver was determined to make the reticent lady talk.
"Bernard, Cole, and Dylan."
Oliver raised his eyebrow in amusement. "That's great."
Robert Dylan, who was his friend, was one of the new partners in the firm.
"You must know Robert Dylan then?"
Beverly was furious. She had been completely ignored by Oliver and he was talking to Michelle who wasn't interested. She bit her lips angrily and wished he'd ask her more about her profession.
"Yes," Michelle was saying. "He's my boss."
Oliver was excited. He took out his business card and placed it on the table. "Give me a call." He was still looking at Michelle when he said it. Beverly eyed the card.
Michelle nodded, although she knew she was never going to make the call.
Oliver stood up politely. "It's been a great evening with you ladies. Have a goodnight."
Beverly smiled at him. "I'm looking forward to you keeping your promise."
Oliver nodded. "Of course."
He took one last glance at Michelle before walking.
Beverly watched him as he walked away, determined she would have him.
Chapter 1 One
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Chapter 2 Two
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Chapter 3 Three
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Chapter 4 Four
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Chapter 5 Five
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Chapter 6 Six
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Chapter 7 Seven
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Chapter 8 Eight
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Chapter 9 Nine
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Chapter 10 Ten
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Chapter 11 Eleven
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Chapter 12 Twelve
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Chapter 13 Thirteen
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Chapter 14 Fourteen
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Chapter 15 Fifteen
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Chapter 16 Sixteen
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Chapter 17 Seventeen
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Chapter 18 Eighteen
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Chapter 19 Nineteen
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Chapter 20 Twenty
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Chapter 21 Twenty-One
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Chapter 22 Twenty-Two
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Chapter 23 Twenty-Three
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Chapter 24 Twenty-Four
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Chapter 25 Twenty-Five
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Chapter 26 Twenty-Six
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Chapter 27 Twenty-Seven
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Chapter 28 Twenty-Eight
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Chapter 29 Twenty-Nine
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Chapter 30 Thirty
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Chapter 31 Thirty-One
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Chapter 32 Thirty-Two
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Chapter 33 Thirty-Three
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Chapter 34 Thirty-Four
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Chapter 35 Thirty-Five
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Chapter 36 Thirty-Six
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Chapter 37 Thirty-Seven
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Chapter 38 Thirty-Eight
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Chapter 39 Thirty-Nine
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Chapter 40 Forty
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