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“Of course,” Connor replied simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I pay attention to what matters to you, Livvy.”
Something shifted inside me then-a subtle yet undeniable sense of being cherished. For the first time in years, I felt what it meant to be truly cared for.
“Alright,” I conceded, giving him Ethan’s Moonlight Manor address. “Thank you, Con.”
“Henry will deliver it tomorrow morning,” he promised. “Drive safely, Livvy.”
Shortly after ending the call, I heard the front door open. Ethan walked in with Cassandra clinging to his arm like a trophy.
I was watching a legal program in the living room, my posture composed but indifferent. I spared only a sidelong glance at the pair, refusing to give them the satisfaction of a reaction.
Without acknowledging me, Ethan casually announced, “I’m going to take a shower,” and headed upstairs, leaving Cassandra and me alone.
Cassandra approached with a sweet smile plastered on her face. “Miss Winters, we meet again.”
I ignored her, focusing on the television where a judge was delivering a verdict in a high-profile case. The legal arguments were far more interesting than whatever game she wanted to play.
The smile on Cassandra’s face quickly faded. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a cold whisper.
“You’ve seen that video, haven’t you? The one showing that Ethan’s real love is me.”
I remained unfazed, my tone flat. “Yes, I know.”
My indifference clearly irritated her. She sneered, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
“You’re good at pretending to be calm. Let’s see how long you can keep it up.”
I finally turned to look at her, my amber eyes cool. “Not as good as you at pretending.”
Cassandra’s nostrils flared with anger. She clearly expected tears or a confrontation, not this calm dismissal.
She snorted and sauntered upstairs after Ethan, deliberately calling out, “Ethan, I’ll shower with you!”
She cast a provocative glance over her shoulder, but I didn’t bother to meet it. Her childish attempts to hurt me were becoming more pathetic by the minute.
Let them play their childish games. In just over a week, I would be gone.
At dinner, the silent battle continued. Ethan and Cassandra sat together on one side of the table, while I dined alone on the other.
Martha Jenkins, the loyal housekeeper, served a series of dishes-raw venison, rare lamb, bloody steak, raw liver-all red and bloody. The metallic smell filled the dining room.
I frowned at the spread before me. “Martha, why are all the dishes like this today?”
Martha looked uncomfortable, her eyes darting between me and Ethan. Before she could answer, Ethan’s cold voice cut in.
“These are Cassandra’s favorites. She likes her meat raw.”
Cassandra smiled smugly, cutting into a piece of bloody steak with exaggerated pleasure. She made a show of savoring the first bite, her eyes locked on mine.
I looked at the bloody feast, then at Cassandra’s smug expression. My lips curled in a mocking smile.
“Likes raw meat? More like trying to remind me I’ve been ‘replaced, right?” I said, referring pointedly to his betrayal.
Ethan’s fork clattered against his plate. His face darkened with anger.
“Olivia! What nonsense are you spouting?”
I fixed my gaze on the conspicuous hickey on his neck, a glaring mark left by Cassandra.
“You know perfectly well if it’s nonsense.” My voice was calm but cutting.
Furious, Ethan snapped, “Eat if you want. Cassandra’s staying here these days; we’ll be eating raw often. If you can’t stand it, cook for yourself.”
Martha shifted uncomfortably behind us, clearly distressed by the tension. Cassandra’s smile grew wider with each barbed exchange.
It was clear he was using even the meals to humiliate me, siding completely with Cassandra to make me uncomfortable.
The tension between us had only worsened after our argument about the watch from Timber
Wolf Timepieces-a gift I’d purchased for Connor that Ethan had somehow discovered.
Yet I felt no urge to explain or apologize. I had done nothing wrong.
With quiet dignity, I set down my utensils and stood up. “I’ve lost my appetite.”
“Running away again?” Cassandra taunted. “You’re so predictable, Olivia.”
I ignored her, turning to Martha. “I’ll eat in my room tonight. Could you please bring me some of your vegetable soup later?”
Martha nodded quickly, relief evident in her eyes at having something helpful to do.
“Of course, Miss Winters. Right away.”
Ethan’s jaw tightened. “Martha, focus on serving our guests first.”
I smiled at the housekeeper. “No rush, Martha. I understand you’re busy.”
With that, I left the dining room, my head held high. I’d rather order takeout than endure this farce.
Back in my room, I ordered a simple meal from a nearby restaurant. As I waited for the delivery, I gazed out the window at the darkening sky.
Nine more days, I reminded myself. Just nine more days until I could leave this toxic environment behind.
The next morning, I woke early and dressed in a simple blue blouse and tailored pants. I had just finished my breakfast when Martha informed me someone was at the door.
Henry Morris, Connor’s assistant, stood in the driveway beside a stunning glacier blue Bentley Continental GT. He was a tall, serious-looking man with efficient movements and a professional demeanor.
“Miss Winters,” he greeted me with a respectful nod. “Mr. Rivers asked me to deliver this to you.”
(Olivia’s POV)
The glacier blue Bentley Continental GT gleamed in the morning sunlight, its unique color catching my eye immediately. I had never seen such a stunning shade on a vehicle before-it reminded me of ice crystals reflecting winter light, elegant and breathtaking.
Henry Morris stood beside it, his posture perfect as always. Connor’s beta assistant was the epitome of professionalism, dressed in an impeccable tailored suit that spoke of his position within the Rivers pack.
“It’s beautiful,” I whispered, unable to hide my genuine reaction.
Henry’s usually stoic expression softened slightly. “Mr. Rivers selected this specific color himself. He was quite particular about it.”
I approached the vehicle slowly, almost afraid to touch something so pristine. The craftsmanship was exquisite, from the sleek lines to the handcrafted details that made
Bentley one of the most prestigious automotive brands in the world.
Henry extended his hand, offering me the key with a slight bow. “Miss Winters, this is a gift from Mr. Rivers.”
As I accepted the key, a subtle ripple passed through my heart. The cool metal against my palm felt significant somehow, weighted with meaning beyond its function.
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