The Stolen Life- My Mother Gave My Fiancé to Her Favorite Student novel Chapter 91

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“Fine. Here you are” She held the flame to the edge of the photo, letting it catch

Olivia’s breath caught. Her vision went red, in a flash, she lunged forward and slapped Emily hard across the face

Smack!

Emily staggered back, the photo slipping from her fingers as flames consumed her mother’s face

Olivia tried to snatch it away, but Emily raised her hand, letting the photo burn to ashes that scattered across the floor

Eyes blazing, Olivia grabbed Emily’s collar and stared her to the ground,

“Olivial”

Jack’s voice thundered from the doorway.

In the next instant, he pulled Olivia away, causing her to stumble into the table.

He glanced down at Emily, who was covering her face as tears streamed quietly.

“Jack, don’t blame Olivia, It’s my fault. I knew she hated me, but I was worried about her health and came to see her secretly. That’s why she got angry

“Apologize,” Jack said, his voice cold as ice as he stared at Olivia.

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Olivia stood stiff as stone, soaked to the skin, her clothes clinging to her like a second, frozen layer.

“Miss Hart!”

A familiar voice cut through the rain.

Mrs. Carson, the longtime housekeeper who had served Olivia’s family since before she was born, came running with a large umbrella, breathless and panicked. The moment she saw Olivia’s drenched figure, her eyes filled with tears.

She fumbled out a thick cloth bundle–inside was a stack of cash. “Your father sent me to give you ten thousand. Miss Olivia, please… just go home and say you’re sorry. He’s already arranged your marriage out in Lakewood County–God knows you can’t spend your life out there.”

Olivia shook her head. “That arrangement’s exactly what he wants. No matter what I say, it won’t change a damn thing.”

Mrs. Carson choked up, wiping tears as they dripped into the mud. She’d served Olivia’s mother since before she could walk, had watched Olivia grow up like her own blood. And now, she could

only grip her sleeve helplessly.

“But you’re his daughter…”

“His daughter?” Olivia’s voice was barely a whisper, bitter and calm. “The day he brought that woman and her daughter into our house, I stopped being his anything. These days, he’s too busy playing daddy to someone else’s child.”

Mrs. Carson cried harder.

Olivia’s gaze drifted toward the wall, where a little wildflower bent beneath the wind and rain-

flimsy, but still holding on.

“I’ll be okay.” She took the money. “No matter where I end up.”

“And I’ll make damn sure I live better than any of them.”

Back in her dorm, she changed out of the drenched clothes, picked up the suitcase she’d already

packed days ago, and headed out.

At the front gate, one of the young soldiers standing watch looked up in surprise.

“You’re heading home, Miss Hart?”

Olivia looked out into the misty hills beyond the compound–somewhere out there was a place

she’d never been, a “home” her father had picked for her, and a marriage waiting with a stranger

she hadn’t even met.

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