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 dark and gloomy, shrouding the sky.
Oprah stomped in the cold, wondering if she should brave the rain and return to the city center. Suddenly, a car stopped beside her.
The driver walked over with an umbrella and said, "Miss Oprah, he asked me to take you home."
Oprah took a few steps back, looking at him warily. "I don't know him."
But deep down, she knew he was the one who had been anonymously sending her packages.
But how did he know she was here? Did he have someone constantly following her?
Seeing that Oprah refused to get in the car, the driver made a phone call. "Sir, Miss Oprah doesn't trust me and doesn't want to get in the car."
Oprah was speechless.
The driver hung up the phone, and Oprah received a message from him, "Get in the car. No one will harm you."
It was just a text message, but it seemed comforting.
Oprah hesitated about whether to get in the car.
The rain got heavier, and a bolt of lightning suddenly tore through the sky as if it would rip it open.
Biting her lip, Oprah finally got into the car.
"You must know who he is, don't you?" she tried to find out more about him from the driver.
The driver's lips were sealed tight. "Miss Oprah, please don't make it difficult for me. I've never met him either."
Oprah had no choice but to give up.
Who was he? And why was he harassing her?
Considering his demeanor, he must be pretty wealthy.
What kind of women couldn't he attract if that was the case? Yet, he relentlessly pursued her. It was truly baffling.
She finally arrived back at her rented room.
Oprah didn't even bother changing out of her soaked clothes. Exhausted, she leaned on the sofa.
She couldn't let go and rechecked her phone. However, apart from the message sent by him, there were no other messages or calls for the rest of the night.
It seemed that Roxanne didn't care about her daughter. The one who safely brought Oprah back from the rainy night was a stranger. How ridiculous.
Oprah laughed bitterly at herself. After taking a hasty shower, she went to bed.
In the middle of the night, she developed a high fever. In a daze, she rummaged for some fever-reducing pills and swallowed them until the fever subsided in the early morning.
She took a day off from work and went back to bed.
As she slept groggily, the sound of the apartment bell woke her.
Oprah thought it was Roxanne and leaned forward to look through the peephole, only to find Burgess standing there.
What was he doing here?
Oprah snorted, purposely ignored him, and went back to sleep, covering her head with the blanket.
After a while, she suddenly heard the door opening, followed by footsteps approaching her.
Oprah froze. She lifted the blanket and saw Burgess standing by the bed, holding a key, with his usual cold and arrogant expression.
"Did my mom give you the key?" Oprah glared at him.
Burgess replied, "She was worried about you and asked me to come and check on you."
Oprah thought, "If she cares about me, why didn't she call me? Not even once. She probably wants me to get closer to Burgess."
Unfortunately, Roxanne's plan failed.
Oprah coldly responded, "Well, now that you've seen me, please leave."
Burgess stared at her pale face and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
"It's none of your business."
"Do you have to speak to me like this?"
"How should I speak then? Why don't you teach me, Mr. Harrison?"
Burgess's face instantly turned cold, as if covered in frost, and an oppressive aura surrounded him.
Oprah felt a little scared of him. Seeing that he wouldn't leave while still staring at her, she couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine.
"Why aren't you leaving? Are you reluctant to leave your stepsister here alone?" Oprah intentionally provoked him.
"Shut up!" Burgess suddenly reached out and grabbed Oprah's chin.
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?
Without a doubt, he had indeed vanished.Anger surged within Oprah as she let out a bitter laugh. Taking out her phone, she dialed his number, but there was no response. Instead, she received a message from him, "I've already paid for the hotel room. You can rest until tomorrow before leaving."Oprah sneered and replied, "What a coward!"He remained silent.Unsatisfied, Oprah sent another message, "I will always look down on you!"He dared to sleep with her but lacked the courage to face her, making him a coward.Anticipating no response from him, she blocked his number.Perhaps instructed by him, the hotel's customer service sent a set of clothes in Oprah's size and a pizza she loved.Anger welled inside Oprah as she discarded the pizza, changed into new clothes, and departed from the hotel, enduring the discomfort.Walking proved quite uncomfortable due to the rough treatment she had endured the previous night. Oprah's posture seemed a bit awkward as she slowly approached the elevat