CHAPTER - 2

Olivia pov

The rich aroma enveloped me as I shut my eyes, trying to ignore the headache. The elegant paintings on the walls and the beautiful furniture made my house feel more like a museum than a home. Such a luxurious vibe, right? Or should I say, a pretentious one?

I picked up my soup spoon and glanced at my father, dressed in a white shirt and a dark black coat, looking like a guard in this scorching hot weather. It's just psycho behaviour. I took a sip of my soup and it truly sucks. I glanced at James, who had the same expression as me. "Olivia, grab your spoon properly," my dad said, making me secretly roll my eyes. "How's your job going?" my mom asked, making me smile. "Good, I really enjoy it,"

lie. The job sucks more than this soup.

"Well, do you have a boyfriend or something?" my dad asked, and upon hearing him, I sighed. Here we go again. Sorry to say, but my dad is obsessed with money and will do anything for show. He just wants me to find the richest boyfriend so he can secure a good alliance. Hell no, I'm not doing this.

I mean, where the heck am I supposed to find a rich guy? I'm happy the way I am. I mean, we're not that poor. "Dad, not again," I said. "Just look at yourself. Look at your hair. Don't you go to the spa? Who's going to fall for you?" Hearing him, James laughed, making me glare at him.

I sigh this is ridiculous. They can't control my life because they want to become the richest ass. I already have enough with the psychology shit and here we come with more.

“ btw why don't you focus on your white hair” I ask only to get glare from my mom. James breaks into laughter, making dad more angry. Sometimes my inner savage person comes outside.

As the tension in the room grew, I couldn't help but feel suffocated by the opulence that surrounded me. The grand chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, casting a warm glow on the room, seemed to mock my discomfort. The rich scent of expensive perfumes and cigars lingered in the air, a stark contrast to the pounding headache that threatened to consume me.

Dad cleared his throat.

"Remember to tell us when you got back from your party yesterday," Mom asked. "Oh, David dropped her off," James said, causing me to choke on my soup. I took a deep breath as Dad furrowed his brow. "David, the number one CEO?" he confirmed, and James nodded. Why did James have to tell them that? I swear, I'll kill him with my own hands.

"Um, yeah, he was just passing by, so he dropped me off," I said, wiping my face. "Actually, he was in a meeting when I called him, and he came specially," James said, munching on his food. I froze, looking at him, and then I hit his leg, causing him to yell in pain.

"Do you and David have something goi-?" I didn't even let him to finish his sentence. "No fucking way!" I shouted, as everyone looked at me. I sighed nervously, "I mean, we don't talk, we don't even see each other," I said, and Dad nodded, bringing me some relief.

I grabbed the spoon and took a sip of the cold soup. "Is he an only child?" Dad asked, confusing me, as James looked at me before answering, "No, he has a sister whom he loves a lot," James said, and Dad nodded.

I felt a wave of relief wash over me as Dad seemed satisfied with James' response. However, the mention of David's sister piqued my curiosity. I had never heard James mention her before, and it made me wonder what kind of relationship David had with his family.

I put my spoon down on the plate as I get up. "I'm finished," I quietly say as I head towards my room. I step into my room and close my eyes, ready to relax.

I flop onto the bed, only to find James standing there with the door wide open. I roll my eyes, wondering why Dad never says anything to him. Why don't Mom and Dad criticise him? He jumps onto the bed.

"Why did you have to tell them about David dropping me off?" I asked, my voice filled with frustration. Seeing me he gets confused.

Playing so dumb right?

“ I don't see anything wrong in that” he said while yawning, making me roll my eyes. “ James just thinks when you speak if dad doesn't say anything to you it doesn't mean you throw me in front of the car” i said. While sighing.

He does not say anything “ why you hate David this much” James asks. I ignore him but he keeps asking the same question. Making me more pissed.

“ I am counting till three leave my room or I kicked your ass” I said in a warning tone, hearing me he laughed. But soon shut when I glared at him. He fastly gets up and leaves the room.

I let out a sigh of relief as James finally exits the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. It's frustrating how my parents never seem to criticise him for his behaviour. It's like he can do no wrong in their eyes, while I constantly feel like I'm under a microscope.

I flop back onto the bed, my mind racing with questions. Why is James always given a free pass? Why don't Mom and Dad hold him accountable for his actions? It's as if they're blind to his faults, or maybe they just choose to ignore them.

I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy towards James. It seems like he can get away with anything, while I'm constantly being reprimanded for the smallest mistakes. It's not fair, and it's starting to wear on me.