เข้าสู่ระบบShe lost everything in a single breath, her mother, her home, her hope. Now, the only thing Olivia has left… is a fight for survival. Desperate and alone, 20-year-old Olivia is drowning in grief and debt, struggling to save her sick younger brother from the same illness that stole their mother. When a cruel twist of fate lands her at the mercy of the arrogant billionaire heir, Chris Blackwood, her world shatters further. Humiliated. Homeless. Hopeless. Until his brother shows up. Daniel Blackwood isn’t just rich, he’s her miracle. He saves her brother’s life. Offers her a job. A place to stay. A second chance. But falling for him? That was never part of the plan. Now Olivia is trapped in a mansion full of enemies, secrets, and twisted power plays. His fiancée wants her gone. His brother wants her ruined. And the billionaire patriarch just caught her in Daniel’s arms… She was only supposed to clean the floors. Not sweep a billionaire off his feet. But in a world that treats love like a transaction, will Olivia risk everything for a man she can never have?
ดูเพิ่มเติม유난히 하늘이 맑은 오후였다.
행복한 주말이란 걸 증명하듯 잠에서 깨어난 시간도 오전 11시.
하아, 늘어지는 여행지에서 즐기기 좋은, 딱 이상적인 시간이잖아?
미주는 불과 일주일 전까지만 해도 여름은 끔찍하다며 투덜거렸다.
10평도 안 되는 오피스텔, 취객들이 개진상을 부리는 편의점 야간 아르바이트까지. 최악의 최악이 더해진 나날이 그저 일상이었다.
스물다섯치고는 나름 평범한 인생이라 생각했는데 에어컨을 틀다 멈칫. 전기세가 두려워 차라리 취객들을 상대하는 시간이 더 낫다는 생각이 들었을 때. 그때는 스스로가 좀 처연하게 느껴졌었다.
물론 지금은 아니다.
세상? 참 살만하다.
얼굴도 모르는 아버지가 유산을 남기고 세상을 떠났다는 소식을 들었을 땐, 자신도 모르게 자꾸만 웃음이 번졌다.
그동안 가족이라곤 필요 없다고 치부하며 살아왔는데, 이게 무슨 희소식인지.
키워주진 않더니, 죽을 때가 돼서야 핏줄을 향한 미안함이 들끓었었나?
그 마음이야 헤아릴 순 없겠지만 딱히 슬프진 않았다. 그냥 감사히 잘 쓰겠습니다. 그런 마음뿐이었다.
일단은 무작정 제주도 티켓부터 끊었다.
2억이라는 금액이 통장에 꽂히자, 현실에서 도망치듯 떠나고 싶어 돌아갈 티켓은 예매하지 않았다. 이 꿈만 같은 순간을 만끽하고 싶었다.
비록 혼자였지만 음식도, 사람도, 풍경도 모든 게 좋았다. 아마도 그건 마음이 편해져서 그런 거겠지.
텅텅 비어있던 통장이 채워지는 건, 생각보다 더 행복하고 짜릿한 기쁨이었다.
가볍게 샤워를 마치고, 렌탈한 전기 자전거를 몰아 해변가를 쌩쌩 달렸다.
에어컨이 빵빵한 편의점보다 훨씬 더 더웠지만, 목덜미를 타고 흐르는 땀조차 축하 인사로 느껴질 만큼 행복한 순간이었다.
살면서 부단한 노력을 한 적도, 남들은 다 가지고 있다는 꿈같은 것도 딱히 없었는데. 왠지 이곳에서라면 생길 것 같은 기분. 남은 인생에 최선의 길이 열릴 것만 같은 설레는 기분.
한껏 신이 난 미주는 자전거 핸들을 꼭 쥐고, 무선 이어폰에서 흘러나오는 음악에 가사까지 바꿔가며 흥얼거렸다.
“행복이 뭐 별거인가요. 뜻밖의 행운에 인생이 바뀌는걸요~♪”
그때였다.
콰아앙─!
온몸이 부서질 것 같은 둔탁한 충격이 들이닥쳤다.
얼마 후, 희미하게 귓가에 스친 건 다급한 의료진들의 목소리와 감은 눈 사이로 스며드는 새하얀 형광등의 잔광이었다.
“TA(교통사고) 환자입니다.”
“어레스트 왔었고, ROSC(자발 순환 회복)후에도 의식이 없습니다.”TA? ROSC? 뭔지는 모르겠지만, 뭐라고 떠드는지 다 들리는데?
그나저나 딱 봐도 사고가 난 것 같은데, 아무런 고통이 느껴지지 않는 건 그만큼 부상이 심각하단 뜻인가.
역시나 재수 없던 인생은 생에 첫 여행지에 와서도 마찬가지네.
그 행복이라는 이질적인 건, 치사하리만큼 짧게 스쳐 지나갔다는 생각에 억울함이 불쑥 덮쳐 왔다.
내가 뭘 그렇게 잘못했다고. 솔직히 지나온 인생을 되짚어보면 로또 번호를 알려줘도 봐줄까 말까인데.
갑자기 교통사고? 이게 정말 최선이야?
아무에게도 들리지 않는 신세 한탄과 함께 환자 이송용 스트레처에 실려 어디론가 향하던 중, 승려복을 입은 스님의 실루엣이 흐릿하게 눈에 보였다.
그리고 그 옆을 스치는 찰나, 손등에 느껴지는 둥글둥글한 염불의 감각이 이상하게 따뜻했다.
언젠가 비슷한 경험을 했었다.
열네 살 때였나? 친구를 따라 성당 교리 교육을 받던 중 잠이 쏟아져 졸고 있는데, 따스한 손이 손목을 붙잡아 흔들던 느낌.
화들짝 놀라 고개를 들었을 땐 책상 앞에는 아무도 없었다. 인자한 목소리로 교리 내용을 읊조리던 신부님과 잠시 눈이 마주쳤을 뿐.
그때랑 감각이 비슷했다. 뭐랄까, 꼭 인간이 주는 감각이 아닌 것 같았다.
순간, 자신도 모르게 마음속으로 기도했다. 어떤 신이든 상관없었다. 어차피 종교는 없었으니까.
하지만 늘 습관처럼 내뱉던, 지옥 같은 현실에서 꺼내달란 기도와는 사뭇 달랐다.
부디 이 죽음의 문턱에서 벗어나는 것.
2억이라는 돈은 다 쓰고 죽어야 될 거 아니야!
‘살려만 주세요. 억울해서 이대로는 못 죽겠으니까. 누가 영원히 산다고 했어요? 씨발.. 지금이라도 좀 즐기겠다고. 나 따위 인간은 그냥 살려만 두고, 제발 좀 잊고 지내시라고..!’
지금 와서 생각해 보면, 잘못돼도 한참이나 잘못된 기도였다.
살려만 달라는 것도, 잊고 지내란 것도. 그렇게 포괄적인 기도를 하는 게 아니었는데.
(Olivia's POV)The hospital's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like angry insects as I sat beside Johnson's bed, holding his small, cold hand in both of mine. Three hours had passed since the ambulance rushed him here, three hours of watching machines beep and doctors whisper in worried voices.My little brother looked so fragile against the white hospital sheets, his breathing shallow and labored. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his skin had taken on a grayish tint that made my stomach clench with fear."Miss Chen?" Dr. Rodriguez entered the room with a clipboard, his expression serious. He was the same doctor who had treated Johnson when we first arrived at the Blackwood mansion, the one who had been so hopeful about his recovery."Is he going to be okay?" I asked, my voice cracking with exhaustion and worry.Dr. Rodriguez pulled up a chair beside me, his dark eyes filled with concern. "We've run extensive tests on Johnson's blood work, and I'm afraid we've discovered somethin
(Olivia's POV)Three days had passed since I signed that horrible contract. Three days of scrubbing floors until my knees bled, polishing silver until my fingers cramped, and avoiding Daniel's confused, hurt looks across the mansion's endless hallways. Every time our eyes met, I felt my heart shatter a little more.But the worst part wasn't the backbreaking work or even losing Daniel. It was the constant fear that lived in my chest like a cold stone. Emily carried that phone everywhere, the video of our kiss just one tap away from destroying everything I'd sacrificed to protect.I was dusting the grand staircase when she found me that morning, gliding down the marble steps in a flowing white dress that made her look like an angel. But angels didn't have that cruel smile playing at the corners of their mouths."Good morning, street rat," she whispered, making sure no one else could hear. "Sleep well?"I didn't answer, just kept polishing the brass banister until I could see my reflecti
Olivia My hands trembled as I folded Johnson's last clean shirt into our worn suitcase. The fabric was soft from too many washings, but it smelled like home, what little home we had left. My heart felt like it was breaking into a thousand pieces, each fragment cutting deeper than the last."Olivia?" Johnson's weak voice came from the bed where he sat, still pale from his treatment. "Are we really leaving?"I forced a smile for my little brother's sake, even though tears burned behind my eyes. "It's going to be okay. We'll figure something out."But I was lying, and we both knew it. Where would we go? How would we afford Johnson's medication? The questions spiraled in my mind like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.The blue dress Daniel had given me lay crumpled in the corner where Emily had thrown it after tearing it to shreds. She'd destroyed everything we owned with such hatred in her eyes, calling me names that still echoed in my ears. The memory of her cruel laughter made my st
Xavier The mahogany door to my study slammed shut with a finality that echoed through the mansion's marble corridors. I stood behind my desk, hands pressed flat against the polished surface, my knuckles white with the strain of containing decades of disciplined control. The kiss I had witnessed between my son and that... that street girl burned in my mind like acid eating through steel.Daniel stood before me, his jaw set in defiance, shoulders squared in a way that reminded me painfully of myself at his age. But I had learned the cost of foolish rebellion. He would too."Sit down," I commanded, my voice carrying the authority that had built this empire from nothing."I prefer to stand."The insolence in his tone sent a familiar rage coursing through my veins. "You will sit, or you will find yourself standing on the street with nothing but the clothes on your back."Daniel's eyes flashed, but he lowered himself into the leather chair across from my desk. Good. He still possessed some
OLIVIAXavier Blackwood’s cold eyes settled on Emily as he slid his phone back into his pocket. The room was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.“Emily Thompson,” he said, his voice sharp and commanding. “You will apologize to Miss Olivia. Right now. In front of everyone.”Emily’s face flushed cri
OLIVIAChris stood in the doorway with that wicked smirk I was growing to hate, his eyes darting between Daniel and I like he'd just caught us doing something fishy.“How touching,” Chris sneered as he strolled into the room uninvited. “But maybe you should remember, dear brother, that you’re engag
OLIVIA“Yes,” I said quickly when Daniel returned from his phone call. “I’ll take the job. We don’t have any other choice.”And it was true. We had less than a week before Mr. Peterson would throw us out, and Johnson needed a safe place to recover from his treatment. Daniel’s offer felt like a mira
OLIVIA“Johnson! Johnson, please wake up!” I screamed, shaking my brother’s lifeless body on the cold floor. His skin was burning with fever, and his breathing was so slow and unsteady, I could barely see his chest rise and fall.I didn’t have a phone to call for help. I didn't even have money for






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