“Hellllooo people!” Alice sashayed through the door into the playroom.“Auntie Alice! Auntie Alice!” Leon, Michael, and Nathan raced from my side to her and latched onto her legs, giving her a big hug.“Aww! My godsons are now big boys.” She cooed, patting their heads. “I missed you guys so much.”“We’ve missed you too.” Leon said as they let go of her.“Do you like our new house? It’s really really big, and it has a swimming pool.” Michael grabbed her hand, pulling her further into the room. “This is our pla–“Yuki leapt at Alice, growling and barking at her. Her teeth were bared, her body was rigid and she snarled like she wanted to rip her to shreds.“What the hell!” Alice hissed, stumbling backward and pulling Michael with her.“Yuki!” I gasped, snatching the dog into my arms before it lunged at her.“Bad doggy. No barking at people.” I scolded. “No treats for you this evening.”Yuki’s ears flattened, and she whimpered like I had crushed her heart– maybe I did.“Here girl,” Eve sa
Alice was never shy. Never, ever shy. She was always so sure, so assertive and so confident of herself.So seeing her all flustered and bashful towards Dante was as shocking as seeing a whale with legs.Did she really like Dante that much, or was this one of her seduction acts?I was almost a hundred percent sure it was the latter, which would explain the sudden change in her style. I still wasn’t going to buy the whole ‘I’m in my cutesy era' until I saw I went a full week in the style.So she was trying to use the innocent, cute, sweet girl personality to charm him. Oh, Alice.“I don’t recall us being on a first-name basis, Miss Allen.” Dante said, narrowing his eyes at her.“And don’t mistake your presence here as me being hospitable. You’re only permitted to enter my home because of Olivia. Nothing has changed between us since our last conversation.“Dante wasn’t kidding when he said he didn’t like her; something must have happened between them, but what?And what did he mean by ou
‘Did he just say what the heck I think I heard, or am I hallucinating?’ My eyes were bigger than the moon, and I gawked at him. “I have stopped having that demeaning picture of you for some time now.” Dante cracked a tiny, guilty smile. “I apologise for not saying it till now.” “What?! Since when?!” I exclaimed, still not believing my ears. I needed to know. Was that why his attitude towards me changed over time? “I don’t think this is the best time to tell you,” His eyes flickered to the clock and back to me. “We’ll discuss this when we’re less busy.” “No, you’re not going anywhere until you tell me.” I frowned. Heck no, I was not allowing him to escape just like that. I wanted– no, I needed—answers. I needed to know how. When? Why? Especially why? Why did he suddenly change his mind? “Later, Olivia, I promise.” Dante stepped away from me and began walking away. Like I was giving up that easily. There was no way I was allowing him to leave me on a cliffhanger. I wasn’t sure I
“Alice!” I gasped, and the intensity of red that covered my face could put the ripest tomato to shame. “I told you before, I wasn’t going to sleep with him.”“Didn’t you also tell me you guys can’t stand each other? Now look at the two all over each other.” Alice rolled her eyes.“It’s not wrong if you let go of your moral just this once. It’s not every day that someone as hot and rich as Dante gets interested in an average nobody like yourself. Seize the f.u.cking opportunity other girls are dying for; f.u.ck that man and make good money.”“But I’m not after his money.” I mumbled so she wouldn’t hear me, but her scowl told me she did.“You’re not after his money?!” She gave me a very nasty look and removed her hand from my shoulders. “Ugh, you’re really stupid to not want to grasp the once-in-a lifetime opportunity life has given you.”But it was true— I wasn’t after his money. Never has it crossed my mind that if I entered any kind of intimate relationship with him, I would get spoi
‘No! No! No! No! This can’t be happening! This isn’t real!’I pressed my hand on my mouth, choking back the scream that tried to escape. It couldn’t hold back the tears already spilling from my eyes.‘This isn’t real! This isn’t fricken real.’Tears streamed down my cheeks as I took another step into the disaster.The kitchen was a mess.All the meals I had prepared. All my hard work. All my labour. Gone. Ruined.Scattered all over the floor like a tsunami had hit the kitchen.My chest felt heavy, and I stumbled back, reaching for the door to support my weight.‘Why? Who could have done this?’ I ran out of the kitchen, almost tripping on my feet, and I burst into the dining room.Eve, Alice, Leon, Michael, and Nathan turned, and their eyes widened at my rattled appearance.“Olivia? What’s going on?” Alice took a tentative step towards me.“T–the kit–chen, t-he food, e-verything is…”Gone, I wanted to say it, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t dare say that word. That all my hard work was…I b
“Dante!” I gasped, leaping off my seat, and ran to him, minding my steps so as not to slip on anything on the floor.“Don’t you think you’re a little harsh on her? She didn’t do anything serious, just a little snide remark here and there. I don’t think it warrants her being fired. Couldn’t you just like give her a month or two of suspension?” I pleaded, but he shook his head.“I’m not being harsh, Olivia. She broke my rule, and now she must pay the consequences. I made it clear to every staff member in my house that you are my guest, and I don’t tolerate insults towards any of my guests. Yet she went against me and harassed you behind my back.” Dante scowled at Kate and gestured to the mess around us. “And she had the audacity to play this sick trick.”“Sir, I swear, I didn’t do any of this. I insulted Miss Miller, but that’s all. I could never do this. I swear, I had nothing to do with this.” Kate begged as tears ran down her face. “I promise I’ll do anything you want; please don’t l
My face blanched, and I took a step back.It was her, angelic singer and actress Laura Kingsley, Dante’s ex-fiancée. The one he broke up with a week before our sex scandal. She was standing before me in the flesh, smiling like we were old friends.If I were her fan, I would be on cloud nine, gushing about how excited I was to see her. But I wasn’t, and I was filled with crippling dread and anxiety.‘Why was she here? What did she want? Did she come to lash out at me for stealing her man? She already made a post about me, painting me as her enemy and causing her fans to almost kill me. What else did she want to do? And why did Dante invite her? Is there something happening between them? Are they getting back together? Why does my hear–‘“May we sit, please? My ankles are hurting terribly.” Laura nudged at the couch beside us, and I realised I had been staring at her for too long. I nodded, too tongue-tied to do anything, and we sat down.The room plunged into an uncomfortable silence a
“W-what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at the seeing your guest off?” Laura said, her voice was heavy with surprise.“Aren’t I the one meant to be asking the question? It’s my house, after all and I don’t recall giving you permission to take yourself on a tour.” Dante sneered, stalking towards us. “Though I’m not surprised you’re here with Olivia, spinning false tales as usual. An actress true and true.”‘False tales? Does he mean that she’s… lying?’ My eyes flickered back to Laura. Her back was turned to me, so I couldn’t see her face.The air between them was thick and heavy with tension. Not the one that existed with ex-lovers who supposedly were still in love; it was far different. Dante glared at her like she was the lowest life form to ever graze the earth.“You say I’m telling false tales, like I’m lying.” She sniffed, rubbing her right arm with her left hand. “I’m only telling her the truth.”“Aren’t you? Your own version of the truth, which is far different fro
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‘Mum, Dad, I did it. I made our dream come true.’ I smiled as I sat at my table; my gaze swept through the room and pride washed over me. I finally did it; I finally realised my parents’ and my dreams. I opened my own restaurant. Regal Haven was having her grand opening ceremony, and from the look on everyone’s face, they were enjoying the party. Soft, classy music on the piano and harp strummed through the air, giving the room not only a sophisticated aura but also setting a relaxing mood. It went perfectly well with the theme of the restaurant: Victorian-era style with a modern twist, made to feel elegant but not too stuffy and up tight. The reviews of the foods I had gotten from a few of the guests I had talked to as I strolled around was all praise about how wonderful they were. I knew a minority view wouldn’t match against the populace, but from how hearty and chatty everyone else was, it was safe to conclude they thought so too. Regal Haven was having the most perfect openi
My eyes flickered open, squinting at the sudden change from darkness to white light. The smell of antiseptics and other irritating chemicals hit my nose, and I scrunched my face. It was a dead give away that I was in the hospital. That, and the vital sign monitor and drip I saw from the corner of my gaze connected to my wrist. A dull ache trembled through my body, not unbearable but still uncomfortable to deal with, but hey, I was alive. ‘What happened? The last thing I remember was Alice pointing a gun at Dante, me jumping to save him, then a sharp pain and darkness… Wait, was I shot?’ I slowly lifted my hand, which felt like it weighed a lot more than it was supposed to and slid it under the cosy duvet I was covered with. It ran across my side, where I felt a little bit of pain and discomfort. Through the light fabric of my hospital dress, my fingers glided against the bandage, and I hissed at the sharp sting that jolted through me. Yup, I was shot. Alice had tried to kill Dant
“So, I changed my approach. I played the role of a sweet, supportive best friend, no matter how disgusted I was about it, and I wormed my way into your parents’ hearts. They were jolly fools like you, and they accepted me into their open arms. For years, I kept my façade perfectly, though I caused little issue on the side—not much to make you suspect me but enough to trouble you. I’m sure you remember some of them. Those mean letters you found in your locker. Messing up your science projects and homework… Ah, good old days.” Alice sighed; a small, soft smile was on her lips, and her eyes had a faraway look, like she was reminiscing about happy memories. I glared at her, utterly disgusted. They were definitely not good times for me. Those letters said really hurtful things, like body-shaming me about my height, my acne, and how dumb I was. I was depressed about that thing and felt worse that the culprit always found a way to not be caught. Who knew she was sitting down by my side, supp
“What!” The word fell from my mouth as a breathless whisper, and my brows furrowed. I would have thought she was joking if anger and malice weren’t burning in her eyes.“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, you bi.tch.” Alice snarled, tightening the grip on my hair, and I yelped.“But… I… I don’t…” I winced at the searing pain running through my scalp.I honestly didn’t know what she was talking about. When did I ever have everything she wanted? Never; that was when. The conversation was supposed to be the other way around. I was the one who was supposed to be jealous that she had everything I ever wanted because she did. All the times I had known her, she had always had better, nicer stuff than me.Her parents weren’t super rich, but they had a lot more money than mine. She could afford nice clothes, and shoes, and literally anything she wanted that was considered a luxury for me. She was prettier than me; ten guys would have looked her way in admiration before one e
‘I’m hallucinating. That’s it. I’m having a fricken hallucination right now. The drug they used to knock me out is making my brain wonky and think cray cray stuff. I might even still be sleeping, and my overthinking, worried brain came up with this wacko dream. Wake up, Olly. It’s time to return to reality.’ I told myself, taking in deep breaths to steady my uneven breathing. But the stinging pain on my cheek and that of the rope binding my hands and legs behind me, was stronger than any imagination I wanted to force myself to believe. It was real. Everything. Alice had slapped me and laughed—no, not laughed—cackled like a witch, and said that she had always wanted to do that. Alice, my best friend. It was like she was a completely different person. “I-I don’t… I don’t u-understand.” I breathed. Though my voice trembled, I continued. “W-why did you do that? Why did y-you say that?” “Dee, could you give us some time alone? We need to have a little girl-to-girl talk.” Alice threw a s
“This isn’t fricken happening! Sheep! Sheep! Sheep!” I hissed under my breath and sat up straight. My eyes raked over the picture, as if it would disappear, and the whole thing would be a figment of my imagination.‘Darn it, I was fricken careless; now Alice is caught in a mess she doesn’t know anything about.’•Leave her out of this. This is against you and I, it has nothing to do with herI typed and hit send. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t fricken believe it. Laura got Alice. That sneaky bish. I should have known, since she couldn’t harm me or my sons, that she would go to the only other person I cared so much about in LA. My fricken best friend.you answered earlier than I expected no fair. I wanted to have a little fun with hermy guys think she’s beautiful, and I wanted them to have some fun with her every ten minutes, I don’t receive a reply from youOh well there’s always next time•Let her go your problem is with me not her•What the heck do you wantI squirmed in
“W-what do you mean?” The lady stuttered and took a step back. “Exactly. What do you mean, Dante?” I frowned, not understanding his animosity towards an innocent, frightened girl. “I mean exactly what I said, Olivia.” He replied, but his brutal gaze was still on her. “Who sent you to give her this drink?” “It’s her job, Dante. She said I was picked to try a new brand of champagne, just like some of the other guests. Nothing else.” I explained to him, hoping it would calm him down and maybe he would also help her. “And you need to hear what she said about her boss. I think he’s treating his staff inhumanely.” “I heard a good amount of what she told you, but you see, Olivia, the story she was spewing is a complete lie. There’s nothing like a sample test of a new brand of champagne going on at this event, nor is her boss as wicked as she paints him. And if everything she says is a lie, then why exactly is she trying to make you take the drink? Unless…” Dante sneered at her, and I gas
Oh sheep! This was happening. I was standing before the father of the woman who wanted to ruin my life. Never had I thought I would run into him, but he was standing before me, right in the flesh. My eyes took a quick sweep of him, surprised by how he looked. He was nothing like I had pictured when he came to mind. I had always imagined a tall, broody, mafia-don-looking man; he was the opposite. He was a few inches shorter than me—and I was already short—with a bald head that the light bounced off. He had almost no similarities with his daughter apart from their eyes, and I almost doubted he was actually her father. Laura was a beauty queen, while he was just ordinary. “I’ve told you to call me father or papa instead of Mr. Kingsley. You almost got married to my daughter.” He gripped Dante’s hand and shook it so hard that I feared he was going to pop it. “But I didn’t marry your daughter, so I don’t have to call you that, Mr. Kingsley.” Dante put emphasis on his name, but the older