Every time Oprah stepped into the Harrison house, she would experience that sense of displacement, as if even the servants in the manor were silently mocking her and her mother's modest background and vanity.
Oprah trailed behind Roxanne as they entered the living room, where Burgess could be easily spotted lounging on the sofa. His demeanor exuded an air of aloofness and pride, his slender hands rhythmically tapping away on the laptop.
In contrast to his sharp and flamboyant nature three years prior, Burgess appeared considerably more poised and collected now.
Oprah had to acknowledge that Burgess exuded charm in everything he did, which explained why he attracted many women just three months after returning to the country.
Roxanne warmly greeted Burgess, saying, "Burgess, are you still busy? Take care of yourself, and don't keep staring at the laptop. It's not good for your eyes."
In contrast to Roxanne's warmth and concern, Burgess responded indifferently, barely sparing a glance at the two of them.
How he looked at them reminded Oprah of how he used to gaze at stray animals or even beggars five years ago. It made her feel uneasy. She was almost tempted to turn around and leave.
After a while, Burgess set aside his laptop, stood up, and scrutinized Oprah for a full minute before speaking, "Long time no see."
Oprah disliked his aggressive gaze and casually replied, "Yeah," then headed upstairs.
Although Oprah had a room in the Harrison house, she rarely stayed there. Sometimes, to avoid Burgess, she would confine herself inside.
While hiding in her room and scrolling through her phone, she suddenly received a message from an anonymous sender, "You are magnificent, captivating me from head to toe. I can hardly contain myself."
Oprah furrowed her eyebrows and retorted, "Contain what?"
"Containing the urge to kiss you, touch you, make love with you, rendering your legs weak and incapable of leaving the bed, causing you to lie in my embrace obediently."
"You're sick!"
Oprah cursed and deleted the message.
Finally, when dinnertime arrived, they gathered around the dining table. Old Mr. Harrison sat at the head, Roxanne to his left and Burgess to his right.
Oprah sat opposite Burgess, quietly eating while listening to Roxanne's affectionate words. She asked considerate questions of Burgess, such as how life was abroad, the challenges of starting a business, and whether he had met a girlfriend, among other things.
Burgess sometimes responded coldly, but Roxanne didn't feel embarrassed at all. She treated him like her own son.
Oprah suddenly felt a sense of irony.
Her biological daughter was beside her, but Roxanne never cared about her. All she cared about was making her daughter please her husband and stepson to maintain the appearance of a harmonious marriage.
Suddenly, Roxanne lightly tapped Oprah and said reproachfully, "Oprah, stop eating and listen to your brother. He's asking you."
"What's there to ask?" Oprah thought to herself.
Without bothering to look at Burgess, she casually replied, "Oh," and lowered her head to continue eating, showing no interest in what Burgess had asked.
Burgess squinted his eyes slightly, staring at her intensely as if trying to see through her.
The atmosphere at the dining table became tense for a moment.
Oprah finished her food and put down her knife and fork, smiling faintly. "I'm done. You guys can take your time."
She was about to get up and leave when Roxanne suddenly grabbed her hand firmly. The smile on Roxanne's face faded away as she said, "Oprah, don't be capricious."
Oprah was puzzled. "Mom, how am I being capricious?"
Before Roxanne could speak, Oprah continued with a smile, "I'm not like you, always trying to please them. Just because I don't, you think I'm being capricious. Do you want me to kneel and beg their forgiveness like I did before?"
"Shut up!" Roxanne's face turned pale, and she slapped Oprah in the face.
Oprah's fair face immediately turned red.
With her head tilted, she stood there and could feel the mocking gazes of the servants in the dining room.
Once again, she became a joke in the Harrison family, just like that night five years ago.
It was the first time she and Roxanne came to the Harrison family. Despite being cautious the whole time, she accidentally broke Burgess's mother's favorite vase.
Burgess's mother had long passed away, so everything that belonged to her was precious to Burgess.
Burgess flew into a rage and said many hurtful words to Oprah, forcing her to kneel in front of his mother's portrait and apologize.
Roxanne didn't speak up for her. On the contrary, she scolded Oprah for being clumsy and helped Burgess make her say "sorry" countless times.
Burgess looked down at her and said, "You're despicable!"
Since then, Oprah had held a grudge against him, and whenever they met, they would clash.
Later, Burgess went to England, and Oprah was relieved, hoping he would never return.
But unfortunately, he did come back.
Oprah's cheeks burned, and she caught a glimpse of Burgess looking at her with an expression that was difficult to decipher.Although he was also involved in the matter, he distanced himself completely.In his eyes, she must look ridiculous in her current state.Oprah sneered. She absolutely couldn't show weakness in front of Burgess!She challenged Burgess with a taunting smile, then looked at Roxanne and made a zipping motion across her lips, indicating that she would keep quiet. Then she turned around and decisively left the estate.It was pouring rain outside, and the wind mercilessly lashed at Oprah, making her shiver.But she would rather freeze to death than return to the Harrison family and endure that humiliation!The road from the estate to the urban area had no subway or bus, and the ride-hailing app canceled all orders due to the heavy rain.Clutching her phone, Oprah took shelter under a tree and considered waiting for the rain to stop before continuing.The night grew da
Oprah winced in pain. "What are you doing... Mmm!"Without any warning, Burgess suddenly leaned down and kissed her.Oprah's mind went blank, and she was so shocked that she forgot to push him away.Burgess's kiss was dominant and wild, sealing her lips tightly as if he had never seen a woman before.Oprah's tongue and lips were bitten and bleeding when they parted.Both were panting heavily, one glaring at the other and the other expressionless."You're insane!" Oprah's face turned red, and she cursed loudly.Burgess rubbed his thumb against her reddened lips from the kiss. "I'll see if you dare to provoke me again!"His tone carried a dangerous warning.Oprah instinctively wanted to retort but was intimidated by his gloomy gaze.A wise man didn't fight when the odds were against him. She would consider it a bite from a dog!Noticing Oprah's silence, Burgess smirked satisfactorily and turned to leave.As he reached the doorway, he suddenly said, "By the way, my father's turning fifty
In the blink of an eye, the day of Old Mr. Harrison's fiftieth birthday had arrived. Perhaps, at this age, Old Mr. Harrison didn't want to celebrate extravagantly like in previous years. He desired a cozy family gathering with a good meal. Thus, he decided to organize a family feast at the estate. As the titular stepdaughter of Old Mr. Harrison, Oprah was also considered part of the Harrison family. However, she had no interest in joining the festivities. She was compelled to attend due to Burgess's threat. It wasn't until after seven in the evening that Oprah reluctantly arrived at the Harrison house. As she entered, she heard her name being softly called, "Oprah." Oprah lifted her head to look, and there stood a well-dressed woman who had already made her way over, holding her hand affectionately. She said, "Oprah, it's been three years since we last saw each other, remember? I've missed you. Why haven't you contacted me?" Oprah stared at the woman in front of her, momentarily s
The person Zoey referred to was Alfred Jeffery, the eldest son of the Jeffery family. He was charming, gentle, considerate, and quite romantic, typically the epitome of what women often call Prince Charming.Oprah looked at Zoey coldly. "If Mr. Jeffery is so outstanding, why don't you marry him?""Because I believe he's more suited to you. He will surely bring you happiness." Zoey's words sounded sincere, as if she genuinely wished for Oprah's happiness.Oprah was uninterested.On the other hand, Roxanne was swayed and hastily said, "Oprah, why don't you meet Mr. Alfred when you have time, have a meal together, and become friends first?"Oprah was about to refuse when she happened to catch a mocking expression on Burgess's face. He seemed to ridicule Roxanne for eagerly selling her daughter and seeking status.Burgess leisurely said, "The Jeffery family has always had high standards. I don't think Oprah and Alfred make a good match."Upon hearing this, Oprah knew that Burgess was mock
Reading the nonsensical text message, Oprah had a hunch that it came from him. He must have realized she had blocked his previous number, so he switched to another one to harass her.Oprah decided not to reply, hoping he would think he had sent it to the wrong person.But then another message arrived, "If you keep avoiding me, don't blame me for doing something irreparable to you."Oprah furrowed her brow, contemplating momentarily, and finally replied, "What do you want?""To break up with Alfred.""That's impossible.""Nothing is impossible. Once you break up with him, I can fulfill all your desires in bed and elsewhere."Oprah burst into anger and laughter, tossing her phone aside. She no longer wanted to entertain this deranged man.However, the realization that he knew so much about her life unsettled Oprah. She couldn't help but feel a mix of horror and frustration. In her exasperation, she responded, "What have I done to offend you? Why are you tormenting me like this? Do you w
As night fell, the city's neon lights began to illuminate, casting their dazzling colors. which signaled the start of a night filled with revelry.Oprah had been waiting outside the G&A Club for almost half an hour.The G&A Club was a renowned entertainment venue favored by wealthy and influential playboys. Some elite individuals also chose this place to unwind from their work pressures.Oprah couldn't help but admit she was a little afraid, fearing that Alfred was as promiscuous as he had described. She stressed that all the warmth and care she had received during this time were fake, just like those from her ex-boyfriend.As eight o'clock approached, she finally mustered the courage to step inside. She gently pushed open the door to the private room, following the number he had provided.Inside the private room, there were numerous people. It was noisy and dimly lit, so nobody paid attention to Oprah.However, Oprah immediately spotted Alfred sitting in the center of the sofa.Alfre
A gust of night wind blew, and Oprah wiped away the cold tears from her face. She walked alone on the street, aimlessly going from one place to another. Suddenly, she was unsure of where she should go.Should she return to her apartment? It would be empty, and she would be alone.Should she go back to Harrison's house? But that wasn't her home, and she wouldn't feel the love and care of her family there.Roxanne would only make her please Burgess and Old Mr. Harrison, creating an illusion of marital bliss and happy children, making everyone believe that her second marriage was highly fulfilling.Oprah stood beneath a street lamp, staring blankly at the signboard across the street, contemplating that Alfred was genuinely skilled at acting.Perhaps he saw through her loneliness with just one glance, knowing that she yearned to be cared for and loved by others. That was why he showered her with affection and tenderness every day.And so, Oprah had fallen into his trap of false affection.
Night fell.Oprah stood outside Room 088 of the Hilton Hotel, holding the room card given to her by the front desk. After taking a deep breath, she swiped open the door.Just as she walked in and was about to turn on the lights, a strong force suddenly attacked her from behind, pressing her tightly against the wall. Then, something smooth and soft covered her eyes.Startled, Oprah instinctively struggled, "Let go of me! What are you doing? Who are you? Are you the man...?""Yes," a deliberately low voice whispered into her ear, deep and hoarse, as if he was trying to restrain something. Hot and heavy breaths sprayed onto Oprah's neck, one after another. He was like a ferocious beast.Oprah couldn't help but shiver with goosebumps, yet she felt somewhat relieved. Deep down, she believed him behind her wouldn't harm her, even though she knew nothing about him."Release me first! You're hurting me," Oprah complained unhappily. "And why are you covering my eyes? Are you ugly or something?