Twisted Fate

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed. “Olivia!!! Get down here we have work to do” I heard my mother scream. Her voice echoed heavily in my room. I knew I had to get up quickly before she called again. I yawned heavily, blinking multiple times to take away the remaining sleep I had in my eyes. Walking down the hallway, I peeped through Veronica’s room sighing deeply- nobody woke her up. I watched her as she slept peacefully and made my way downstairs to meet my mother. It was a busy day for my family and everybody had to do something - except Veronica. “ Don’t just stand there, get your hands on something!! Why haven’t you dressed up? Has Veronic

It was Henry- my boyfriend. I froze, unsure of what brought him to my house without informing me. I looked at Veronica and saw her expression. It was obvious- it was her. She gave an evil grin and waved at Henry. “What’s going on here? …you’re getting married Olivia ? So you were cheating on me all these years?” Henry asked. He didn’t get any response from me. I was too stunned to speak. “I heard it and I came to verify myself…I thought you loved me..but I guess I was wrong” I bowed my head in Shame while looking at the floor like there were answers written on the floor. Henry left- for good. Two months passed and the wedding was fast approaching. My father got busy with sharing invites while I was left to keep bonding with Eric. On the eve of my wedding day, I had mixed feelings- at last, I’d be leaving my family’s house. I’d be leaving Veronica and her problems. I managed to shut my eyes to sleep because I had a long day ahead of me the next day- my wedding. The next morning

The drive to Alex's residence was a peaceful, reflective one. My anxious thoughts were eased by the mellow sound of the engine and the flickering city lights outside. I was safe, and that gave me peace. However, doubts persisted. How could Alex have known that I was outside on my own, vulnerable? I didn't remember him from my wedding. I was astounded by the compound's grandeur as soon as we got to his house. Encircled by towering trees and perfectly trimmed lawns, the expansive estate covered several acres. Warm lighting glistened on the main house, a gorgeous modern villa.Alex noticed my awe. "Do you like the compound?" he asked, a hint of pride in his voice.I managed a weak smile, still reeling from the day's events. I was in complete awe of the lavish interior. The opulent atmosphere was enhanced by the marble floors, tall ceilings, and tasteful furniture. I sunk into a luxurious sofa as Alex motioned for me to sit. He went into the kitchen and came out a little later carrying a g

The faint glow of the morning crept through the wide windows, spilling across the living room where i laid. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, at least not in his house. I recalled him offering me a room to lay my head. I remembered declining, wanting to prove a point that my stay was temporary- just for the night. I sighed deeply, sitting upright. The scent of freshly brewed coffee caught my attention. For a moment i forgot where i was. Hmm, fresh air. My world was noisy and this place, there was this unnerving quietness that only wealth could afford. Then the memory hit me like a stone- the robbery, Alex rescuing me, and my own defiant words- just tonight. I pushed the blanket aside quickly, as if rejecting the comfort would undo my slip of weakness. I rose from the couch, brushing my hair out of my face while

I turned to take my leave. A part of me wanted Alex to stop me. As i walked to the front door, i had the urge to take back my words at the last minute. My chest was heavy, and yet, i refused to look back. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction he wanted. Not after the final answer i gave to him. I held the strap of my bag tighter and pushed the front door open, the morning air hit me with a rush of cold that prickled my skin. I was going back to the streets. I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew was that I couldn’t stay. Not in his house. Not with him watching me like some puzzle he already knew how to solve.I walked slowly as if, expecting something. Alex didn’t call out. He didn’t follow. That, more than anything, bruised my ego badly.“Good,” I muttered under my breath as i stepped onto the quiet street. “Stay in your perfect little palace, Alex Wilson. I don’t need you. Not now, not ever”. I sulked.The city was already awake, bustling with the rhythm of ordinary lives. People