Final Book in the Opulence Series!
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❝Forgive me❞
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After Nora left him, Oliver was sad and angry.
Then Charlie came back into his life.
Now he's sad, angry and confused.
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Oliver Scott. A name synonymous with entitlement. The golden child...
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"Let's go home. Before you embarrass us even more."
"I'm not enjoying this judgment, Nora. I'm just having a bit of fun. Stop being so uptight."
Oliver shot his girlfriend a sharp look. She was being a massive pain in the ass. Always controlling, always hovering, like she was deliberately trying to ruin the night. All he wanted was to relax and enjoy himself with friends, and she just would not let it happen.
"Don't ever call me uptight," Nora snapped. "I'm helping you. You have work tomorrow. You shouldn't be getting high."
She had been dragging him down since the moment they arrived, complaining about every little thing he did. A bump of coke at a college party was normal. Everyone did it. Oliver couldn't understand why she was acting so horrified. That was the thing about Nora. She used to be wild in high school, reckless and fun. Now, five years later, she was cautious, reserved, and unbearably judgmental.
Maybe she just needed some of the magic dust herself.
He tried to press the bag into her hand. She immediately shoved it back at him. It hit his chest and burst open, sending powder puffing into the air. Oliver cursed as he brushed it off his shirt.
She was selfish. And he was so tired of it.
"Fine," he snapped. "Do whatever the fuck you want. I'm staying. I'm going to have fun. God, Nora, could you try acting like a normal twenty-three-year-old for once? Get off your high horse."
Before she could respond, Oliver turned and walked away. He couldn't listen to another second of her nagging. It made him feel insane, like she thought she was better than him.
The irony stung. Just hours earlier, he had been on the phone with her mother, asking for her blessing to propose. He was supposed to do it last month, but they'd had a huge fight. This time, he'd forced himself to ask, partly because he was scared he'd chicken out again.
It wasn't that he didn't want to marry Nora. They made sense together. He loved her. Five years together meant something. He couldn't imagine his future without her.
