The Paranoid Billionaire's Love

On a dark and stormy night, with rain pouring down like a waterfall and occasional thunder rumbling in the distance, it was already past midnight and the villa district on the west mountain was mostly dark. However, the car lights at the end of the street in the George family villa were still glaring, piercing through the rain curtain.

“I didn’t do it, I didn’t kill anyone,” a woman dressed only in a light-coloured long dress knelt in the yard of the Smith family, her cloth soaked through and clinging tightly to her body, outlining her graceful figure.

Olivia Smith looked at the man sitting at the door, fiercely biting her lips, tears mixed with raining water streaming down her white cheeks.

Why wouldn’t he believe her? No matter how she explained he just won’t believe her.

 Her body was already shivering from the cold, but she kept repeating this sentence to the man sitting at the door. George Roland got up from his chair with a cold face and slowly stepped into the rain. His meticulous suit was immediately soaked through. 

Olivia Smith felt the icy breath emanating from him and couldn’t help feeling a little scared. George Roland walked up to Olivia Smith, looking down at her from above. Suddenly he squatted down and grabbed Olivia’s chin, Olivia winced in pain but couldn’t break free. She could only be forced to look at him as if the man wanted to crush her chin.

“That was your father who had lived with you for over ten years and raised you. How could you do this?” George Roland's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty anger as he gritted his teeth. He wished he could skin and dismember this woman in front of him, but even then, his father wouldn’t come back!

He never thought that the woman in front of him would be the one who killed his father. Olivia Smith choked up, her face pale almost hoarsely scouting out, “I said it wasn’t me. It’s you who do not believe me! Even if I were heartless, how could I possibly kill someone? Especially someone who loved me and doted on me?

The stubbornness in Olivia Smith's eyes almost made George Roland believe it was true, if he hadn’t seen the evidence with his own eyes. This woman killed her father and still tried to argue her innocence!

She had lived with the George family for over ten years, and her father had always treated her as his own daughter. George Roland himself has fallen deeply in love with her and made a lifelong commitment to her. Such a happy life, but she had cruelly killed his father. What kind of emotions was she harboring?

How could he accept this?

One was the woman he loved, the other was his father.

what are you still arguing about at this point?” George Roland suddenly released Olivia Smith and turned his back, not wanting to see her face again. His straight black suit was already soaked through, and few traces of anger appeared on his cold face.

Olivia smith was caught off guard and fell to the ground in a sorry state. Her arms instantly felt a burning pain, and she heard the cold and heartless voice of the man in her ear.

From now on, you have nothing to do with the George family, he stood under eaves and looked down at Olivia, his cold and heartless voice ringing out again, you’re not worthy. After speaking, George Roland turned and walked into the house, and the door closed mercilessly in front of Olivia Smith. But Olivia didn’t get up. She stubbornly knelt in the courtyard of the George family until all the light went out.

Her face was pale, and her body couldn’t stop trembling. She knelt here not because she had really killed her adoptive father. It was because her beloved adoptive father had passed away, and she didn’t have the chance to keep vigil for him. Because she wanted George Roland to believe she didn’t do it, the murderer deserves to be punished!

That person was her foster father who had raised her since she was a child, and in her heart, she already regarded him as her real father. How could she possibly have done it? However, as George Roland has said, all evidence pointed to her. No matter how she explained it, who would believe her?

Despairingly Olivia closed her eyes. The heavy rain seemed to understand her mood and continued to pour down all night without stopping. Olivia Smith knelt for a whole night, feeling hungry and cold. Several times, she almost couldn’t hold on and fell, but her consciousness told her that she couldn’t sleep, couldn’t fall down.

She stubbornly stared at the gate of the George family, with a glimmer of hope in her heart, hoping that the gate would open for her. And in Olivia's gaze, the gate of the George finally opened again, and George Roland came out, followed by two bodyguards.

Olivia trembled as she looked at Roland's face, even her voice was shaking. Roland, are you finally willing to listen to my explanation? Olivia looked at Roland hopefully, but there was no expression on his face.

Miss Olivia, I’m afraid you have misunderstood. I’m just here to tell you that your name will no longer be on the household registration of the George family, and you will have to pay for what you have done. Are you going to kick me out of the George family? Olivia looked straight into Roland's deep eyes and laughed at herself. Yes, how could she still hope that the other party would forgive her?

Olivia knelt on the ground as if she had lost all her strength, shaking uncontrollably. What face do you have left to stay in the George’s family? Not sending you to jail is already being merciful, Roland coldly looked at Olivia. If it weren’t for their past relationship, he would have already taken her to court and sentenced her to death! But he couldn’t just let Olivia Smith go easily, it was his father who died. Why should Olivia, the murderer, escape punishment? She had to pay the price for it! He loved her, but he also hated her malice.

Olivia showed a weak bitter smile, her eyes unfocused, her body collapsed onto the ground, and she seemed to have no right to ask for forgiveness. Olivia Smith, people like you should go to hell! Why isn’t it you who died? George Roland gritted his teeth. Yes, why isn’t it me who died? She murmured to herself. Perhaps this way, she wouldn’t be wronged, wouldn’t even have the chance to explain. She wouldn’t be subjected to such misunderstanding and grievances.

With just a glance from Roland, the two-bodyguard lifted Olivia and threw her into the car. At the moment she was being sent into the car, Olivia saw Roland outside the car window. The man was standing there, but Olivia felt so far away from him.

As the car window slowly closed, Roland said only one last thing. I will make you remember everything you have done for the rest of your life, and you will spend your life repenting for it.