From Doormat To Queendom: Rebirth of the Country's Princess

“Harvey, you're so heartless," Tears rolled down my cheeks as I clutched my dress like it was the only thing that could anchor me in the middle of the storm raging in my head. “What did I do that's so unbearable? Just shift aside for a while, move to the penthouse… or something, I'm sure you'll be fine. Just let me enjoy a few days in peace with Tori," Harvey said to me, completely unbothered by the tears that already made my lashes wet.It took a second for his words to settle. Shift aside? It's one thing that he didn't care about me but he didn't even realize he was wrong. “First, you made me apologize to that slut you sneaked into our home, then, you made it mandatory for her to come over every Friday night, and now? I should shift aside for her to completely take my place?” I asked even when I clearly understood what he meant. "Quick recap, Olivia, you might have forgotten. She's your best friend, not a slut, and I didn't sneak her in, we fell in love,” he pointed his in

I opened my eyes.I stared blankly at the white ceiling above me and looked into the lights like I wasn't aware of how blinding it was.Too bright.Slowly, the distant noises in my ear became louder. First, there's the sound: a steady, mechanical beeping, sharp enough to slide through the fog in my head. Then, the smells; antiseptic, sterile, and medicines. I tried to move but my body felt heavy, as if it were filled with wet cement. My chest tightens when I breathe, shallow and suffocating, as if the air itself might hurt me if I take too much of it. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Where am I?The question forms slowly, like it had to fight its way through thorns. The shapes around me blur into existence; a clip on my index finger, a needle taped down so tightly in my arm, and the feeling of a bandage on my head. Why am I here?My heart stutters and the beeping beside me quickens in response. My head felt blank, I couldn't remember anything, just an empty space where s

“You morons thought you could kill me?" I watched Tori for a second, then I moved. I grabbed Tori by the hair and ignored her frantic attempt to escape my grasp.They really thought I was gone. “What does it feel like? To be bullied by the woman you killed?" I dragged her toward the trembling Harvey. I dropped her before him and she fell flat on her chest, shrieking with fear. I grabbed her hair again and made her look at me. Seeing her annoying face, my stomach rumbled, and I landed a resounding slap on her cheeks. My palm met so perfectly with her cheek that it reddened instantly. That's not all.Slap!Slap!I did it repeatedly, twice on both cheeks. I almost slapped her the third time but I calmed myself down. I shouldn't become a monster like them. Harvey didn't even raise his head to look at her once. Of course, he didn't, the man was busy trying to save his own head. For a moment, she hesitated, then she kneeled timidly before me, side by side with Harvey. Patheti

I stayed silent, my pulse climbing into my throat.My eyes flicked to Warren. He glanced back briefly, as he felt it.. “Olivia? I…don't think I understand, Uncle Roger,” Warren said, his brows narrowed at Uncle Roger. “Sit down.”Warren sat, rubbing his palms together. "Olivia Winehouse, my niece,” he paused. My breathing stuttered. He really is here because of me.“What about your niece? I heard she had been lost for a long time," Warren asked, his unfaltering composure under Uncle Roger's scrutinizing gaze surprised me. I would have slipped up.“I just found out this morning that she disguised herself as Olivia May and lived in secret as Harvey Fontaine's wife," Uncle Roger revealed, nodding his head as if he's still forcing himself to accept it. I pressed my lips into a thin line and waited for his next words. Why is he here? What about me needs a lawyer? “That's unbelievable," Warren exclaimed, his act still kept in place. “But isn't she dead? Harvey revealed

“How can Mrs. Luke be my stepmother?" I glared at Uncle Roger, my eyes wide. This was absurd.“Olivia, be respectful!" He cautioned sharply. Mrs. Margaret Luke stood before me, watching me calmly, as if I were nothing more than a spectacle. For a moment, I hesitated. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, as if to stop myself from saying any more. But no! The fire burning in my head is enough to roast my organs and fill the entire mansion with its aroma. I burst forward. “Margaret Luke was our neighbor for a very long time, before I was born. She was my mother's only friend and my godmother." I turned to Uncle Roger, my gaze demanding his explanation. "So what are you telling me? How did my godmother become my stepmother?” Uncle Roger fell silent, his expression falling as if he was lost for words, but I could see how his hand tightened into a fist. We definitely aren't on the same page.I looked at Mrs. Luke again and the two people besides her, who l