Chapter 7: It Stings!
"Slap"
"Slap"
"How dare you!" Oriana's chest heaved. She shook her hands with the pain but after three seconds, she raised it again to slap Olivia for the third time. "How dare you to challenge me in front of everyone." The third slap was harsher than the first two. Olivia's lips bled. Her face had clear red handprints on her cheek.
"Oriana, you can not always hide, Abi. She is getting older. If you keep treating her like that.."
"Slap!" this time even the maids flushed with the voice. Oriana had used all her strength in the last slap. She had even used her diamond ring. A large cut started to bleed on Olivia's cheek.
"Olivia Witherland, the last survivor of the barony. Do you think you are still a precious daughter of baron WItherland? If not for me, you would have starved to death! No, you would not have survived this long! You would have frozen to death before you could even starve. You were only ten when I brought you here. And now... that you have reached twenty, you think you can argue with me? Your savior? Do not forget, if I can save you, I can throw you out too." it was not a warning, a hollow threat but a fact.
Olivia knew that she was nothing but a pawn of her sister. She would throw her. She had thrown her in the past and she would do it again but not yet, not now. Not where she had still to live her usefulness.
She must have met the second prince. She had sent the maid to look for her. Olivia had noticed Mira following her. That was one of the reasons she had brought the kids for dinner.
"Then throw me out. I want to start a new life." Olviia replied, gritting her teeth. "Do you think following you is better?"