Tyler Mitchell's POVI entered the house furious.Olivia is crossing the line; she can't just go to Angel's house and say whatever she pleases to a woman who's not at fault for anything. Angel didn't steal Clarke's place; no one can do that. She'll never leave my life. My heart.Emily built me; she made me who I am today. Unfortunately, I couldn't raise our daughter as I should have.Olivia has no control.I climb the stairs, rehearsing the speech, a sermon. Trying not to leave any loopholes so she won't twist things and end up walking all over me, as always.I knock on the door, but she doesn't answer."Olivia!"Still no response.I hate having to do this, but I open the door myself without waiting any longer.She was sitting, staring at her own reflection in the mirror with headphones on. She sees me through the mirror but ignores me. I approach and take her headphones off. That wasn't enough to make her look at me; she just sighed, grabbed her phone, and turned the music up louder.
Tyler's POVAs the maids serve the dishes, Olivia, as always, prefers to serve her own food, or rather, her own portion of greens. Who would have thought that picky little eater would become so strict about her diet?"Did you arrest anyone today, Dad?" Louis asks."I arrested six guys," I respond."Wow, when I grow up, I want to be just like you.""You should want to be yourself, Lou, not Daddy," Olivia interjects, her voice dripping with provocation.Well, there goes our peaceful lunch. Still, amen."Dad, how did you decide what you wanted to be?" Lou asks."Relax, son, you have many years ahead to decide."Silence consumes us for a few moments. It wasn't a good time to announce the engagement dinner, but if I didn't say it now, I might not have another chance."Tonight," I begin, "Angel and your uncles are coming over for dinner.""What's the occasion?" Olivia immediately asks."It's a dinner to formalize our engagement."She drops her utensils onto her plate with force."I can't be
Olivia Mitchell's POV"Don't be upset with Dad," Lou insisted, trying to calm me down."It's not your problem, Louis. Go do your homework," I replied.He smiled. "Was our mom bossy like this too?"I remembered a few memories of her telling me to go to bed or take a bath; she never had the chance to tell me to do my homework."Why don't you worry about ten-year-old kid problems? Like passing the level in God of War.""Because my little sister is sad," he said, hugging me.Isn't he the cutest thing in the world?My phone vibrated. It was a message from David.David: I need help!Me: How much, for what, and why? *I responded, rolling my eyes.Charles: It's not money, Sara is drunk, we came by bike, and now there's no way to get her home.Me: Figure it out!Charles: Olivia, please! Help us, just this once…I'm taking care of Lou, I can't leave.Charles: If it were to see Mike, I bet you'd leave quickly, wouldn't you?You're unbelievable. Where are you guys?Charles: At Dylan's house.Sinc
Olivia POV"It's okay, Olivia," Louis tries to pull me away from Angel. She gives a faint smile and continues to stare at me with that witch-like gaze."Don't do this, baby," he says, almost whispering to me."Well, that's where you're wrong, Angel. I've wanted to since the moment I met you.""Looks like we'll have a long history of hatred ahead," she says, taking a strand of my hair and twirling it around her fingers. "Too bad it'll be a story of love with your father."With that said, she releases my hair and walks away. I turn to Louis."Did she hurt you?" I ask."It's okay, Olivia," he says, sounding somewhat disappointed, and leaves. Louis hates it when people fight, especially me. We're close, very close. He's my younger brother; it's my duty to protect him, but if it were up to him, I'd never have to raise my voice.I remember Mom didn't like shouting either. He's so much like her. I turn around, and Sara was still staring at me."Stay out of my way," I say, bumping into her sh
Olivia's POV"Sara?" I knock on the door of the room where she was."What do you want?" she asks, still not inviting me in.I enter without being invited, taking a deep breath to follow my plan. I walk up to her and offer the perfume I'm holding in my hands."My peace offering," I say. "Just arrived from Paris. They don't sell it here yet.""No, thanks," she gets up and leaves me talking to myself. "What if it's poisoned?" she says angrily."Sara, I know I was rude to you," I take a deep breath, trying to sound repentant. "But I don't want to be at odds with you. We're kind of like sisters, aren't we?""Okay, you're really freaking me out now," she takes a step back.Okay, time to act. I let my eyes fill with tears. The secret isn't to cry, the secret is to pretend you're struggling not to cry."It's okay, Sara, I just thought maybe we could start over again," I place the perfume on the bed and head for the door."Wait, Olivia!" she calls after me, suspicious. "Is everything okay?"On
POV tyler mitchel- "Sarinha, everything okay?" Justin asks when he sees his daughter looking somewhat uncomfortable passing by us.She stops and scratches herself for a few seconds."I don't think so," she says. Her neck area was very red."It looks like an allergic reaction, princess," Justin says, examining her closely.The memory of Emily came to me, when Olivia had something that irritated her skin and she said it seemed like an allergy.Every memory like that was like a shot to the chest."Oh, I can't believe it," Sara grumbles and heads towards the stairs.Angel comes walking towards us.She looked stunning, wearing a red dress that highlighted her extremely pale skin and her black hair. Angel was very attractive; there was no doubt about it.But I had doubts about her, about us. I don't know if I'm doing the right thing by marrying her.Olivia will never accept this marriage; she and Angel are at war. Louis is calm about it; he's only against it because of Olivia. I think Lou
Olivia POV"Are you trying to ruin the dinner? Because it didn't go very well," Peter's voice sounds behind me. I quickly turn to check and then return my attention to the balcony. "My intention was to embarrass my father, and I succeeded," I say. I continue with closed eyes, also, after the scolding my father gave me and that he will probably give me when everything is over, it's enough to keep me upset for the rest of the year. As expected, my father didn't send everyone away, he just sent them to the pool house and there started a little party. Of course, Mr. Mitchel couldn't afford to be rude in front of important people, could he?"Ah," Peter sighs, he does that when he wants to say something but can't directly, "I missed hugging you so much." I notice his face turning a little red, how cute. Without further ado, I hug him tightly. We stay like this for a few minutes, it's true, gestures speak louder than words. I couldn't describe how much I missed him and how much I want
Tyler Mitchell's POVEveryone was leaving, or had already gone. Only the boys and I remained in the living room."She's out of control," I repeat."She's just playing games with you," Angel appears."I think Olivia needs more attention. You hardly have time for your daughter anymore. Before, you did, but now she has to share the little time she has with her dad with an almost stepmother," Josh opines.Angel gives him a dirty look, but he ignores her. I'm definitely living in a war zone."Love, let's go?" Anne suggests. "Look, Jazzy is already asleep.""Stay a little longer," I say. "Put her in Olivia's room or somewhere else around here."Josh picks up his daughter from the couch and starts going upstairs with her."Your son is another troublemaker," Angel says to Justin."I'm not accepting other people's opinions.""With all the bad manners you must have taught him too, right?" Angel continues to provoke."That's true, in fact, I learned to educate like that from your parents.""Both