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 stunned, until she finally recognized her as her former best friend, Zoey Nicholas. They used to gossip together about how annoying Burgess was.
But later, Burgess went abroad, and Zoey followed suit.
Until then, Oprah discovered that Zoey had always harbored a secret love for Burgess.
Zoey took the initiative to become Oprah's best friend to get closer to Burgess. After all, she was Burgess's titular sister.
But when Zoey realized she was no longer in use, she stopped paying attention to Oprah. She even complained to their mutual friends about Oprah's vanity, attempting to discredit her in front of Burgess.
Zoey did all this to please Burgess, knowing that he despised Oprah.
Upon hearing those words, Oprah never contacted Zoey again.
And now, after all this time, Zoey dared to proclaim that Oprah hadn't kept in touch. She was two-faced, pretending to be friendly while scheming behind Oprah's back.
Oprah sneered inwardly, pushed away Zoey's hand, and casually remarked, "Wasn't it you who didn't answer my calls?"
Zoey let out a sigh and displayed a remorseful expression. "I lost my phone before and got a new SIM card. Maybe you didn't remember my new number."
"That's because you didn't give me your new number," Oprah coldly exposed her lie.
Zoey forced a laugh, a hint of embarrassment and anger briefly flashing across her face. She quickly concealed it and continued to smile warmly at Oprah.
"What a lovely girl," Roxanne said, pulling Zoey to her side as though Zoey were her daughter. "It would be wonderful if you could marry into the Harrison family."
Zoey blushed and glanced at Burgess. "Auntie, you must be kidding."
"She's not," Old Mr. Harrison suddenly said, looking at Burgess. "Burgess, you know how Zoey feels about you..."
"Dad," Burgess interrupted him expressionlessly, perhaps aware of what Old Mr. Harrison was about to say. "I have no plans to get married at the moment."
Old Mr. Harrison glared at him unhappily while Burgess maintained his indifferent expression.
Zoey's face soured, but she forced a smile. "Uncle, truthfully, I'm like Burgess. I have no plans to get married for the time being. I still want a few more years of freedom as a single woman."
Oprah couldn't help but laugh.
So, Zoey had pursued Burgess for so long, yet she hadn't even secured the status of his girlfriend. And now, she dared to attend the Harrison family banquet. Her audacity knew no bounds.
As Oprah revealed her satisfaction, she suddenly noticed Zoey staring at her and asking with a smile, "Oprah, I heard your boyfriend cheated on you, didn't he?"
Oprah stared back at Zoey's smile and instinctively felt ill intentions behind it. She calmly replied, "Do you have a problem?"
Zoey's smile froze for a moment, and after a few seconds, she resumed her cheerful expression. "Oprah, you're my best friend. I always hope for your happiness."
Before Oprah could respond, Zoey continued, "The best way to move on from a past relationship is to embark on a new romance as soon as possible. I have some very suitable friends. Should I introduce someone to you?"
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
"Are you the man?" Oprah raised her head in disbelief, staring intently at Burgess.In the dimly lit elevator, she could not clearly see Burgess's expression, but she could feel his arm around her waist suddenly tighten. Also, a complex gaze seemed to have fallen upon her face.After a few seconds, Burgess whispered, "It's me."Oprah felt her blood go cold as if someone had poured a bucket of icy water over her head, leaving her feeling embarrassed.She couldn't believe that the person who had been secretly harassing and sleeping with her was Burgess!It was utterly ridiculous!Her anger flared up uncontrollably, "You played me! You made a fool out of me! Humiliating me on one hand while pretending to help me on the other. You are even more hypocritical and disgusting than Alfred!"Burgess narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly, "Oprah, calm down...""What should I calm down for? I bet you find me hilarious, don't you? No wonder you showed up here to laugh at me! Don't you dare te
As Oprah returned to the apartment, she noticed it was already past seven in the evening.Feeling tired and hungry, she wasn't up for cooking. Instead, she ate a few cookies absentmindedly and soon fell asleep on the bed.That night, her dreams were a tangled mess.One moment she witnessed the past argument between her father and Roxanne, and the next moment she was chasing after her father, desperately pleading with him not to abandon her and her mother. Finally, Burgess appeared before her, wearing a condescending expression, and coldly uttered, "Oprah, I've been fooling you all this time!"Startled awake, Oprah gasped for breath and felt annoyed. She muttered, "That despicable Burgess is still haunting me!"After a while, she heard her phone ringing on the bedside table. Despite having slept for more than ten hours, Oprah still had a pounding headache and felt groggy. She lazily picked up her phone, only to find that the caller had already hung up.There were five missed calls, two