NovelEnglishChapter 75
| didn’t tell anyone where | was going. Not even Ava. | just
wanted solitude. No familiar faces. No expectations. No
whispers behind my back.
| merged onto the freeway, my playlist low in the background.
For the first tin weeks, the silence felt like mine.
Little did I know, I had left New York unaware that two cars
were following me.
Olivia's POV
The sun in Jersey wasn’t as harsh as in New York. Or maybe |
just liked it better here. The wind carried the scent of tomatoes
and old soil, and the rocking chair on my grandmother's porch
creaked like it belonged to a gentler time.
But my phone was a portal to hell.
| stared at it as the screen refreshed-another thread, another
video, another faceless stranger dissecting my life.
@citylegalbuzz: “Olivia Whitmore’s rebuttal seems rehearsed.
Who even talks like that unless they're hiding something?”
@sweetvengeance22: “Not defending Chole but... if Olivia was so
innocent, why does she have hotel surveillance to clear her name? Sounds prepared ”
@truthhuntNY: “Still remember how Ethan broke down
captured on a video saying he loved his wife. Now it’s all scandal and smoke. Who's lying?”
@jadebylaw: “As a lawyer, this is textbook gaslighting. Olivia's video held back way too much. She knows more
than she’s
saying. Why?”
@hearthawthorne: “Let's not forget she slapped a woman to unconsciousness at an airport. That's not the
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victim.”
I turned the screen off.
Then turned it on again.
Support still cin waves. There were people who remembered the charity gala. People who remembered
Chole’s pathetic little performance. And those who had caught the inconsistencies in Amelia’s press conference.
But others... others were far more ruthless.
| closed my eyes and tossed the phone onto the small metal table beside me. It clattered too loud for the soft air
around us.
The sound of cicadas filled the silence. | leaned back in my yard
chair, resting my forehead on the back of my wrist. | didn’t
want to go inside. Not yet. | didn’t want to talk to anyone.
Then | heard voices upstairs.
| didn’t mean to listen. The windows were open and the wind
had carried their words to me.
“Linda, we've talked about this,” Grandma Angelina said sternly.
“You're not bringing the Caters into this.””
My mother’s voice was taut. “She’s not safe anymore, Ma. Look
at her. She’s barely sleeping. That girl's husband tried to force
her into a car like a goddamn prisoner, and the press? The
Windsors? They're ripping her apart.”
“Still not a reason to drag in demons from the past.”
“She's already being hunted,” Mom snapped. “If not by claws,
then by headlines. And this could get a lot worse. Don’t you
think?”
A beat of silence. The creak of floorboards.
“We are here to protect her no matter what,” Grandma said
bitterly. “And you know that.”
“And that’s why I'm saying she needs the Cater nnow more
than ever.”
| stiffened in my seat.
Cater?
Grandma's voice lowered. “You want her to go back there?”
“She doesn’t need to go back. Just let it be known that she
belongs to them. Do you know what would happen if the Windsors realized they were playing games with one of
theirs?”
“They'd start a war,” Grandma whispered.
“Exactly.”
Another pause. A softer voice now, but | could still hear.
“She’s my daughter, Ma. You raised her like a Whitmore, | gave
her my name, but she was born with more than that.”
“No,” Grandma said firmly. “That's where this ends. Olivia
doesn’t know, and we're not going to put that on her now. She's
already fighting battles we can’t win. We're not giving her new
ones. We're not dragging her back to blood and dynasties and all
that poison!”
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| blinked hard, eyes stinging.
The Cater family?
Who... who exactly am I?
Is there more to my identity?
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She paused, then gave a small nod. Grandma Angelina followed,
eyes shadowed but her posture steady. The tension of the
upstairs conversation seemed to linger, but something in the air
had shifted.
“I'll cook your favorite,” | said, pulling out the ingredients.
“Penne arrabbiata.”
“You never used to like spice,” Mom teased, drying her eyes
quickly.
“Pastdidn’t know good food,” | winked. | handed her the
garlic for chopping, Grandma tied an apron around her waist-
an evocative flash of nostalgia..
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