Olivia's POV I had ran out of the room where I was confined to the moment I heard Devon's voice. I had felt a rush of excitement and relief when I saw him, until father had forced me to stop in my attempt to walk towards him. "Olivia," he called in a low and condescending tone and I stopped. "You will not move an inch close to him," he warned and I did not. I couldn't because I was scared of him. "You have a tendency of making people hate you the more, don't you?" Devon asked him in anger. "It's none of your business, Devon. Go home, Olivia will stay here with her family. Her real family," he replied. "That's not what she wants," Devon said, narrowing his eyes at him. "Why don't you ask her," Father said to him. "Fine, I'll ask myself," Father said and went ahead to ask me. "Olivia, are you staying with me or this stranger you don't know?" He asked. With trembling fingers, I looked up and pointed at him, my father even though all of me screamed no. "You're imposing on her!" D
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