Chapter 1

Jaime Scott, a powerful businessman, was driving to his office on Tuesday morning. He had a meeting to attend. At just 24 years old, Jaime had accomplished what businessmen in their sixties weren't able to accomplish.

He looked at himself in the side mirror and smiled. He was a very handsome man with deep blue eyes and sandy blonde hair.

His telephone rang and he checked the caller before picking up the phone. It was his fiancée, Laura Davilla.

"Babe," he said when he picked up the phone "Good morning," Laura greeted, "Where are you?"

"On my way to the office. Is there a problem?"

"No, not at all. I just want to remind you about tonight's dinner."

"It's on my mind."

"Okay. I will see you later in the evening."

"Alright. Love you."

"I love you too," Laura said back.

As he was about to drop his phone, he lost control of the car and he hit another car that was coming from the opposite direction.

***

Olivia was on her way to her daughter's school because the headmistress had called yesterday to ask Olivia to stop by.

After receiving the call, she had carefully asked her seven-year-old daughter, Kylie, if anything had happened to her at school but the girl gave her no good answer.

Being an alcoholic, Olivia wasn't happy about the headmistress’ call because she knew that she had to be sober enough for the meeting.

The next morning, Olivia left in her old Volkswagen and headed to her daughter's school.

Five minutes away from Kylie's school, Olivia saw a Range Rover speeding towards her from the opposite direction. She tried to avoid it, but she noticed it at the last second. While gripping her steering wheel forcefully, she lowered her head, closed her eyes and waited for the collision.

Olivia gritted her teeth together in pain and anger towards the mad man that almost killed her. When she was strong enough, she opened the car door and stepped out.

As Jaime was walking toward the other car, he felt sorry for the old Volkswagen whose bonnet was ruined because of his mistake.

Jaime stopped in his track when the car door opened. A young woman, who Jaime suspected was a similar age as him, stepped out of the car and started walking toward him angrily.

"Wait, what!?" Jaime thought when he saw who was walking toward him. His face changed from pity to shock to surprise within microseconds but before he could say what was on his mind, the young woman yelled.

"What were you thinking!? You almost got me killed, motherfucker!" Olivia said angrily. "If you want to die, die alone. Stop getting people involved in your miserable life! You're…"

"Livia," Jaime called.

Olivia stopped talking upon hearing her name and looked at the man's face. Jaime smiled at her and expected her to recognize him but nothing like that showed on her face.

"You are a madman! I'm talking to you about you almost getting me killed and…"

Jaime was disappointed but he still wanted her to know who he was. He cut her off and said, "Livia, it's me…"

"I don’t know who you are, or who you think I am, but I’m not Livia. I'm Kylie," she lied. Kylie was her daughter's name, and it was the first thing that came to her mind. She turned and started heading back to her wrecked car. Jaime ran toward her and gripped her wrist.

"You're bleeding," he said worriedly.

Olivia touched her forehead and saw blood. She didn't realize that she was bleeding until he told her.

"I know. Thank you but I have to go now."

"You need to see a doctor," Jaime said.

"I will get one myself. Thank you."

"Wait. We need to call 911. We need to inform them about what happened."

"I'm a very busy woman and I don't have time to call 911 because of your stupid mistake. You can do that yourself." Olivia jerked her hand out of his grip.

She marched to her car, got back in, and started the car. Thankfully, the car worked, and she drove off without giving Jaime a second look.

Jaime was sure the woman was Olivia and he wanted to follow her. but he couldn't because he was needed in his office.

***

Eight Years Ago Dermot Owen’s life has been miserable since the second he was born. He has never been shown love by his mother or his father.

Dermot lived in the moment because the next second might be hell for him. His school was no different from home. He had no single person that he could call his friend.

He always tried to make his presence unknown whenever he was in school, but his bullies still noticed him no matter how hard he tried.

After paying for his lunch, he slowly carried his tray and walked to the dining hall. As soon as he was seated, four boys joined him. They were his bullies. He pretended not to see them and focused all his attention on his food.

"Dermot," Jeremy Andrew called.

Dermot hated his name but there was nothing he could do. His father intentionally gave him an ugly name and now he must live with it forever.

"Dermot," Jeremy called again.

Jeremy was the most handsome boy in their school. He was cruel and selfish. But apart from Jeremy's handsome face and good physique, there was nothing handsome about his actions toward others especially Dermot.

Dermot slowly looked up from his food. He was afraid Jeremy, and his friends would hit him. Jeremy smiled. Jeremy knew how scared Dermot was of him and he loved it.

"Continue eating," he said.

Dermot wondered what was going on, but he kept eating.

"Do you know who my latest chick is?" Jeremy asked while smirking.

Dermot just stared at Jeremy. He didn't know whether to answer the question.

"I'm asking you a question."

Dermot shook his head before replying slowly, "I don't know."

"It's that girl over there." Jeremy pointed at a table that was few meters away from them. Dermot looked at the table and saw six girls around it. He wondered who Jeremy's latest chick was.

"Do you know which one she is?" Jeremy asked.

Dermot started scanning the girl’s faces and when his eyes landed on Olivia, his heart beat faster, but he controlled himself. Jeremy must not know about what he felt for Olivia.

"I don't know who she is," Dermot replied, praying that it wasn't Olivia.

"It's Hanna. Hanna Howell."

Dermot relaxed.

"She is hot, right?" Jeremy asked.

Dermot nodded.

Jeremy smiled at him and sighed before saying, "Do you like any of the girls? They are the hottest right now."

Dermot shook his head.

"You don't?" Mark Evans, Jeremy’s closest pal said surprisingly. "Those girls are fucking hot. Last Friday during the party one of them was good to me," he said dreamingly. "It was great."

Dermot looked at the girls. He wondered who among the girls was the girl.

"Do you want to know who?" Mark said.

"No," Dermot said.

Jeremy patted Mark and said, "Spare him the details."

Mark nodded.

"There is another party tonight. Do you want to come?"

Dermot knew that there was no way he could go. His father wouldn't allow him, so he said no.

"The girls are coming."

Dermot looked over and saw Olivia smiling. His heart stopped beating for a second and he thought, "I wish you were mine. You wouldn't be my chick. You would be my love."

"You can have any one of them except for Hanna and Olivia. My eyes are on her," Jeremy said.

Dermot looked at Jeremy. He was angry at Jeremy, but his anger was not visible.

"Are you coming? I'm starting to like you," Jeremy said.

Dermot doubted Jeremy's last statement, but he said nothing "Are you coming?" Jeremy asked again.

"Yes I am," Dermot replied. If going to the party was going to give him a chance to be with Olivia, then he didn't care about going against his dad's rules.

"Who are you going to choose for the night?" Jeremy asked.

"I don't know. Maybe I’ll decide when I get there."

"Okay," Jeremy said and nodded. "Guys, let's go."

The four of them got up and left Dermot alone.