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Coincidentally, Ethan was there conducting an inspection. According to him, it was love at first sight.
He pursued me fiercely after that, showing up at my workplace with coffee, sending flowers to my tiny apartment, finding excuses to “accidentally” run into me. He was attentive and generous, always appearing when I needed support most.
We shared genuine sweet times together. He took me to quiet restaurants where we talked for hours. He listened to my opinions with genuine interest, something I hadn’t expected from an
Alpha heir with his reputation.
Until the night of our one-year anniversary: we’d both been drinking wine, sitting close on his couch, the lights dimmed low. Ethan’s eyes had darkened as he pulled me close, lowering his head to kiss my lips.
Something inside me panicked. I shoved him away forcefully, nearly knocking over the wine glasses on the coffee table.
“Why?” His voice was hoarse with hurt and confusion.
I stammered, unable to explain the sudden fear that had gripped me. “I… I’m just not ready yet. Please, give me some time.”
After that, he became distant. Our relationship continued, but something had changed. He never pushed me again, but the warmth between us had cooled.
I never crossed that boundary with him, nor even accepted his advances willingly, I wasn’t sure why – maybe because it was my first relationship, maybe because I subconsciously found him overwhelming, knowing how many women he’d been with.
Whatever the reason, I was now deeply grateful I had kept my distance. The thought of having given myself completely to someone who saw me as nothing more than a replacement was unbearable.
Returning to Moonlight Manor, Ethan was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he was with
Cassandra, celebrating their reunion now that his mother had successfully driven away the inconvenient girlfriend.
I took a long shower, letting the hot water wash away the day’s emotions. As I slipped between the cool sheets of my bed, exhaustion overtook me.
There were only ten days left before I could leave this place behind, along with the heartbreak and humiliation.
“How wonderful,” I thought quietly as my consciousness drifted away.
(Olivia’s POV)
I woke naturally, stretching my limbs across the soft sheets as sunlight streamed through the windows of Moonlight Manor.
“Ah-” I yawned contentedly, relishing the unusual sensation of freedom. “The feeling of not having to go to work is just so comfortable.”
After a leisurely shower, I dressed in comfortable clothes and headed downstairs. The familiar scent of freshly brewed herb tea and venison broth greeted me as I entered the dining room.
Martha Jenkins had prepared breakfast for two, with place settings arranged neatly across from each other. I glanced at the empty seat opposite mine but said nothing as I took my place.
Martha noticed my arrival and approached with a pot of steaming tea. “Miss Winters, is Mr. Grey not coming down for breakfast today?” she asked, her voice tinged with confusion.
I calmly accepted the cup she offered, inhaling the soothing aroma before taking a sip. “He didn’t come back last night, so probably not.”
Martha’s eyes widened slightly before she quickly composed herself, realizing she was being nosy. With a small nod, she quietly retreated to the kitchen, leaving me to enjoy my breakfast in peace.
The venison broth was rich and flavorful, prepared exactly as I liked it. For three years, Martha had learned my preferences, always ensuring my comfort despite her primary loyalty to the Grey family. I appreciated her kindness, one of the few genuine things I’d experienced in this house.
As I finished my meal, my phone vibrated with an incoming message. Connor Rivers’ name flashed on the screen, bringing an unexpected warmth to my chest.
“Livvy, do you want the engagement dress to be custom-made or just pick a current-season designer one?”
I hesitated, my finger hovering over the keyboard. Custom-made would be beautiful, but would there be enough time? I realized I didn’t even know when the ceremony would take place.
“When is the engagement ceremony scheduled?” I typed back.
Connor’s response came quickly. “Not fixed yet. Whenever you finish things in Harbor City and return to Riverdale, we can set it.”
I felt a small smile form on my lips. Unlike Ethan, Connor never pressured me or made decisions without my input.
“Okay, I’ll be done here in nine days,” I assured him.
“Great,” he replied, and I could almost hear the gentle tone he always used with me.
I considered the timeframe. Custom tailoring would be cutting it close, and I didn’t want to rush the artisans.
“I’ll just pick from the current season’s dresses, I’ll go pick one,” I decided.
“Okay, let me know when you decide,” Connor responded.
Just as I was about to exit my messages, a notification caught my eye-a new message from
Ethan Grey. My heart skipped a beat, not from longing but from wariness.
I clicked on it and found a video waiting to be played. Taking a deep breath, I pressed play.
The scene unfolded in a dimly lit private room, music thumping in the background. Ethan was clearly drunk, his normally perfect appearance disheveled as he leaned intimately into
Cassandra’s embrace.
“Cassie, you finally came back…” he mumbled, his words slurred but distinct. “I knew you would… I waited five years for you…”
The background was filled with noisy jeers and laughter. I recognized the voices-Ethan’s friends, Sophie Parker, and others from their social circle. All familiar faces who had smiled at me while harboring contempt.
Cassandra held him with practiced tenderness, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Ethan, you’re drunk,” she said, her voice carrying just the right note of concern.
He rubbed against her, his movements clumsy but determined. “No, I’m perfectly sober… You are Cassandra Evans, my one true love, I’m not wrong… See, I’m sober…”
Someone in the background jeered loudly, “Ethan, if Cassandra is your true love, then what about Olivia?”
Ethan’s response was slurred but crystal clear: “Who is Olivia Winters? I… I only love Cassie…”
Sophie’s voice chimed in, teasing and triumphant. “Future Luna, Ethan is really only into you.
Look, drunk as he is, you’re all he can see.”
Hearing this, my eyes turned cold. During my three years with Ethan, no one had ever called me “Future Luna.” It proved what I had always suspected: none of them ever truly accepted me as Ethan’s potential partner.
It was no surprise. In that upper-crust social circle, I was always just a tolerated outsider from a rival territory.
The mockery in the video only grew harsher. Victoria Reed, Sophie’s so-called good friend-the same woman who had previously accused my mother’s silver pendant of being fake-sneered loudly.
“Why is Olivia so shameless? Cassandra is back already, yet she still clings on. Hasn’t she any sense?”
Sophie added with false sweetness, “Women like her, once they latch onto a wealthy heir like Ethan, would never let go easily.”
Hearing these words, a cold, mocking smile touched my lips. What I had sensed in Sophie’s eyes at that birthday party-the veiled contempt-was no illusion. Her friendliness was just a mask. Deep down, she looked down on me no different from the rest.
The conversation in the video continued, ruthless and unfiltered.
“Cassandra, don’t worry. We’re all on your side.”
“Yes, none of us like that Olivia. She should know her place instead of forcing herself into our circle.”
“Probably read too many romance novels, dreaming of marrying into wealth. Pathetic really- doesn’t she know to us, she’s just an outsider pretending to belong?”
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