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CHAPTER 85

Penulis: Vivi Anne
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-03-17 23:56:09
Olivia’s POV

My hands shook with rage as I stormed out of my father’s study. The conversation had gone exactly as I expected—his arrogance, his indifference, his complete and utter disregard for my choice had all been laid out on the table like a business transaction. And Ryan, that smug bastard, had sat there enjoying every second of it, watching as my father dismissed my plea like I was some spoiled child throwing a tantrum.

Well, if they wanted a tantrum, I’d give them one.

I marched down the hallway, my vision clouded with fury. The antique vases, the paintings, the intricate sculptures—all of it represented the life my father had built for himself. A life that I was nothing more than a pawn in.

With a sharp inhale, I turned and slammed my arm into the first table I saw, sending an expensive vase crashing to the floor. The sharp shatter sent a pulse of satisfaction through me.

Good.

I moved to the next item—a framed painting worth more than most people’s salaries. With a single, sh
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