Semua Bab From maid to mistress, his obsession my revenge : Bab 1 - Bab 9

OLIVIA'S POV"I'm so sorry, but we lost your mom. The illness had spread too far, her kidneys were completely failing. You and your brother were just too late. I’m truly sorry... Please, try to take heart."The doctor’s words slammed into my chest like a wrecking ball. The world spun around me like fame. Everything blurred. My vision clouded as tears welled up in my eyes. Beside me, Johnson, my fifteen-year-old brother stood frozen, his face as pale as the hospital walls, the one and only person left for us is now dead.“What... what do you mean we lost her?” I asked, my voice trembling like a dovey. “She said she felt better this morning... she was smiling when we left.”The doctor gave a slow, sorrowful shake of his head. “The kidney failure had progressed too far. Even if you had managed to raise the forty thousand dollars for treatment, I honestly don't know if we could have saved her. I’m very sorry for your loss, really, deeply sorry dear.”Forty thousand dollars.The number ran

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 miracle falling straight from heaven.Two days later, Johnson was discharged from the hospital. He looked much better, though still weak. Daniel’s driver, a kind older man named Marcus picked us up in a sleek black car. As we drove through the city, the houses grew bigger and more beautiful until we reached a neighborhood I’d only seen in magazines.“Is this where we’re going?” Johnson whispered, eyes wide as he stared out the window at the massive mansions.When Marcus turned through iron gates and drove up a long, winding driveway, my jaw dropped. The Blackwood mansion looked like something out of a fairytale, three stories tall, surrounded by lush gardens and elegant fountains. Johnson grabbe

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 crimson. “But Mr. Blackwood, I already said the necklace was just misplaced…”“Now,” Xavier cut her off, his tone brooking no argument.Emily’s eyes scanned around the room, landing on the wealthy guests staring at her. Chris avoided her gaze, and Daniel stood protectively by my side. Her jaw clenched so tight, I thought it might snap.“I’m… sorry,” she forced out through gritted teeth, the apology sounding like it was being wrenched from her. “Olivia. I was… mistaken about the necklace.”Her words were so forced and insincere, they almost made things worse. Still, I nodded. “Thank you,” I whispered.As the guests slowly resumed their conversations, Emily brushed past me and hissed in my ear, “

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

(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