Olivia Roberts is a passionate and dedicated literature teacher at Greenhills Academy, a prestigious school with strict policies. She's always played by the rules-until she finds herself drawn to the one person she shouldn't be: Norman Graves, the school's charismatic and enigmatic head administrator. As the walls of professionalism crumble between them, Olivia and Norman struggle to balance their undeniable chemistry with the academy's rigid no-relationships policy. Whispers start to spread through the halls, forcing them to face a choice-risk their careers for love, or bury their feelings forever. Torn between duty and desire, Olivia must decide: Will she follow her heart and defy the rules? Or will she sacrifice love to protect the life she's worked so hard to build? Passion collides with professionalism in a forbidden romance where the stakes are higher than ever. Can love survive when everything is on the line?
The late afternoon sun filtered through the large windows of Greenhills Academy, casting long shadows across the hallway. The school had emptied out for the day, leaving behind a peaceful silence. Olivia Roberts walked slowly down the hallway, the sound of her heels echoing against the polished floor. In her hand, she clutched a stack of papers, but her mind was far from lesson plans and grading.
Her thoughts were on him.
At the end of the corridor, the door to the administration office stood slightly ajar. Inside, she could see the faint glow of a desk lamp and the familiar figure of Norman Graves, the school's head administrator. His posture was straight, composed, his eyes focused on some paperwork, unaware of her presence.
Olivia's heart raced. She had always admired him-the way he carried himself with quiet confidence, the way he managed the academy with firm, yet thoughtful authority. But lately, her feelings had deepened into something more, something that wasn't allowed.
"Miss Roberts?"
The voice startled her, pulling her back to reality. She turned to see one of her fellow teachers, Claire, approaching her from the opposite direction.
"Hey, Claire," Olivia replied, forcing a smile. "Still here?"
"Just finished up some extra tutoring for the science club," Claire said with a grin, glancing toward the administration office. "Late night for Mr. Graves again, I see?"
Olivia stiffened. "I suppose so. He's always busy."
Claire gave her a knowing look, the kind that made Olivia's pulse quicken. "You two seem to have a lot of meetings lately. Anything going on?"
Olivia's smile faltered. "Just work, Claire. You know how demanding the board can be."
Claire raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. "Of course. Just be careful, Olivia. You know the rules around here." She lowered her voice slightly, her eyes flicking toward Norman's office. "Not that I'm one to gossip, but people notice things."
Olivia swallowed, nodding stiffly. "Thanks, Claire. I'll keep that in mind."
As Claire walked away, Olivia let out a slow breath, her thoughts returning to Norman. She knew the rules well. Relationships between staff members were strictly forbidden-especially between teachers and administrators. But rules didn't stop feelings.
Suddenly, Norman looked up from his desk. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, the world around them seemed to fade. His gaze softened, and a small, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. Olivia's heart fluttered, and she quickly turned away, her face warm with embarrassment.
As she walked away, she heard the faint sound of a door opening behind her.
"Olivia."
She stopped. His voice was deep, calm, and steady-like everything about him. She turned slowly to face him, standing just outside his office now, the hallway between them feeling longer than ever.
"Yes, Mr. Graves?" she asked, trying to keep her voice professional.
"Are you... alright?" he asked, his brow furrowed with concern. "You seemed a little distant in the staff meeting earlier."
Olivia hesitated, her thoughts spinning. He wasn't just her superior. He was a man she couldn't stop thinking about. But she forced a smile, masking the turmoil inside.
"I'm fine. Just... a long day."
Norman nodded, but his eyes lingered on her, searching for something deeper. "If you ever need to talk... you know where to find me."
Olivia's heart skipped a beat. His words were simple, professional, but there was something in his tone that suggested more. She nodded quickly and turned to leave before she could say something she would regret.
As she walked down the hallway, the distance between them growing, she couldn't shake the feeling that they were standing on the edge of something dangerous. Something they could never let anyone else see.
But for now, it was just an unspoken secret. Echoes in the hallway.
After a heated confrontation with her husband and mistress, Brianna was pushed down to stairs. She thought she would die but when she woke up again, she realized that she traveled back two years ago, when it was not late for her to correct her path. The first thing she needed to do when she was reborn was divorce that scum. She saved from the darkest time but he lied to her and murdered her in the end. This time, she would not repeat the same mistakes anymore. She would bring the glory of her family back and make those people who betrayed her pay the price! However, in the process of climbing up to the peak of her career, she met a very intimidating and handsome man who kept on messing with her head through his bold attitude. Brianna doesn't want to be involved with another man again, for she has proven to herself that they will just drag her down, but her constant incidents with him are slowly breaking the wall she built to protect her heart. Brianna will surely choose her career over a man this time, but it's possible to choose both, right? What if he hurt her too? No! She won't risk it but. "You have to run away from me, Bree. Coz I'm done running away, I'll chase you now."
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Everyone thought Lorenzo truly loved Gracie, until the day of their daughter’s heart surgery. To Gracie’s utter shock, Lorenzo gave the precious organ needed by their child to another woman. Devastated, Gracie opted for a divorce. Fueled by her need for revenge, Gracie joined hands with Lorenzo’s uncle, Waylon, and orchestrated Lorenzo’s downfall. In the end, Lorenzo was left with nothing and consumed by remorse. He pleaded for a reconciliation. Gracie thought she was free to move on with her life, but Waylon held her back in a death grip. “Did you think you can just walk out on me?”
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."