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Chloe was fuming after getting interrupted, and now she was glaring daggers at Olivia.
But before she could even say a word, Olivia snapped, "What's with you today? Why didn't you complain about me to Dylan? I waited forever for you to show up with Dylan to yell at me, but you never came.
"Do you have any idea how much that threw off my night? I missed my prime sleep window!"
Chloe and Dylan were confused and stunned.
As Olivia walked toward them, she said to Chloe, "Forget it. We all know each other well by now. Let me do the tattling for you this time."
She looked at Dylan and continued, "See that slap mark on her right cheek? That was me. If you know she got slapped by me, you'll be pissed and stand up for her.
"So I'm going to assume you're about to attack me for her sake, and I'm just defending myself now."
Dylan had no idea what was going on. Before he could react, Olivia slapped him across the face.
"You psycho—stop it!" he screamed.
"You already hit him, so you can't hit me," Chloe said in fear.
Their screams overlapped, echoing off the walls.
Olivia made sure to be perfectly fair—no favoritism, no bias, just equal treatment for both.
When she finally stopped, Dylan glared at her, gritting his teeth, and demanded, "You treat me like this and piss me off completely—aren't you afraid that once Grandpa steps down and I take over the family business, I'll cut off the Kaur family?"
Olivia shot back with a mocking smile, "Even if I tried to suck up to you, it wouldn't make a difference. As long as Chloe's around, she'll never let you help me.
"You'd throw the Kaur family under the bus for her. You'd even kick us while we're down—just to make my life hell and make your side chick happy."
She'd already figured it out—as long as Chloe was around, she could never count on Dylan. As long as Chloe started crying, Dylan would do whatever she wanted.
Right now, Morgan was still in charge, which kept Dylan in check. But once he stepped down, Dylan would turn his back on the Kaur family without hesitation.
So, the only way forward for Olivia was to secure her own stake. Once she had the shares, whether Dylan loved her or hated her didn't matter anymore.
If the Kaur family's survival depended on Dylan's affection, then the day he stopped caring would be the day they'd all go down. It was always safest to keep the bargaining chips in her own hands.
Olivia yawned, turned around, and went back to her room to sleep.
She double-locked the doors and windows and put on her noise-canceling headphones—she wouldn't hear a thing, even if they started banging on the door.
That night, Olivia didn't sleep well. She kept dreaming about Julian, reliving scenes from their time on Silvermoon Island. But the happy moments never lasted long—soon, his sad, accusing eyes would appear, making her feel guilty even in her dreams.
The next morning, when she went downstairs, she saw people moving things into the villa.
Just as she was wondering what was going on, she spotted Chloe, sunglasses and mask on, bossing the movers around and telling them to be careful.
When Chloe saw Olivia, she lifted her chin. Even with her face mostly covered, her arrogance and smugness were unmistakable.
She said, "Dylan told me to move in. Go pack up your stuff and move out of the master bedroom. I'm taking it.
"He said since you don't treat him like your husband, there's no reason to treat you as the lady of the house. From now on, I'm the lady here, and the master bedroom is mine. You'll have to listen to me."
Olivia replied coolly, "Move in if you want, but I'm not giving up my room."
Chloe snapped, "Didn't you hear what I just said? I'm the lady of the house now. If you don't give up the master bedroom, where am I supposed to sleep?"
Olivia replied, "You can sleep with Dylan. We've been sleeping in separate rooms anyway."
Chloe clenched her teeth in frustration. Of course, she wanted to sleep with Dylan, but he refused—he'd rather let her take Olivia's room than share his own bed.
"I don't care. I'm taking the master bedroom!" Olivia asserted.
Olivia nodded. "Sure, if you're fine with sharing a room with me, go ahead. Don't worry. I won't cross any lines. I'll just mess with you a little—just like I did last night."
But before she could even say a word, Olivia snapped, "What's with you today? Why didn't you complain about me to Dylan? I waited forever for you to show up with Dylan to yell at me, but you never came.
"Do you have any idea how much that threw off my night? I missed my prime sleep window!"
Chloe and Dylan were confused and stunned.
As Olivia walked toward them, she said to Chloe, "Forget it. We all know each other well by now. Let me do the tattling for you this time."
She looked at Dylan and continued, "See that slap mark on her right cheek? That was me. If you know she got slapped by me, you'll be pissed and stand up for her.
"So I'm going to assume you're about to attack me for her sake, and I'm just defending myself now."
Dylan had no idea what was going on. Before he could react, Olivia slapped him across the face.
"You psycho—stop it!" he screamed.
"You already hit him, so you can't hit me," Chloe said in fear.
Their screams overlapped, echoing off the walls.
Olivia made sure to be perfectly fair—no favoritism, no bias, just equal treatment for both.
When she finally stopped, Dylan glared at her, gritting his teeth, and demanded, "You treat me like this and piss me off completely—aren't you afraid that once Grandpa steps down and I take over the family business, I'll cut off the Kaur family?"
Olivia shot back with a mocking smile, "Even if I tried to suck up to you, it wouldn't make a difference. As long as Chloe's around, she'll never let you help me.
"You'd throw the Kaur family under the bus for her. You'd even kick us while we're down—just to make my life hell and make your side chick happy."
She'd already figured it out—as long as Chloe was around, she could never count on Dylan. As long as Chloe started crying, Dylan would do whatever she wanted.
Right now, Morgan was still in charge, which kept Dylan in check. But once he stepped down, Dylan would turn his back on the Kaur family without hesitation.
So, the only way forward for Olivia was to secure her own stake. Once she had the shares, whether Dylan loved her or hated her didn't matter anymore.
If the Kaur family's survival depended on Dylan's affection, then the day he stopped caring would be the day they'd all go down. It was always safest to keep the bargaining chips in her own hands.
Olivia yawned, turned around, and went back to her room to sleep.
She double-locked the doors and windows and put on her noise-canceling headphones—she wouldn't hear a thing, even if they started banging on the door.
That night, Olivia didn't sleep well. She kept dreaming about Julian, reliving scenes from their time on Silvermoon Island. But the happy moments never lasted long—soon, his sad, accusing eyes would appear, making her feel guilty even in her dreams.
The next morning, when she went downstairs, she saw people moving things into the villa.
Just as she was wondering what was going on, she spotted Chloe, sunglasses and mask on, bossing the movers around and telling them to be careful.
When Chloe saw Olivia, she lifted her chin. Even with her face mostly covered, her arrogance and smugness were unmistakable.
She said, "Dylan told me to move in. Go pack up your stuff and move out of the master bedroom. I'm taking it.
"He said since you don't treat him like your husband, there's no reason to treat you as the lady of the house. From now on, I'm the lady here, and the master bedroom is mine. You'll have to listen to me."
Olivia replied coolly, "Move in if you want, but I'm not giving up my room."
Chloe snapped, "Didn't you hear what I just said? I'm the lady of the house now. If you don't give up the master bedroom, where am I supposed to sleep?"
Olivia replied, "You can sleep with Dylan. We've been sleeping in separate rooms anyway."
Chloe clenched her teeth in frustration. Of course, she wanted to sleep with Dylan, but he refused—he'd rather let her take Olivia's room than share his own bed.
"I don't care. I'm taking the master bedroom!" Olivia asserted.
Olivia nodded. "Sure, if you're fine with sharing a room with me, go ahead. Don't worry. I won't cross any lines. I'll just mess with you a little—just like I did last night."
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