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Chapter 1

Olivia's Pov

"Miss Olivia, dinner is ready downstairs" one of our maid's named Gloria announced, with a sweet smile on her face as she stood in the doorway of my bedroom. I gave her a huge smile and a curt nod, while thanking her. Gloria started working for us five years ago. She has been my only friend in this house even though she is seven years older than me.

Before her, I have always been lonely and only had myself and our driver occasionally to talk to. Well, I'm still very lonely. She's the only person that I could ever call a friend that has been there for me when going through some lows in my life while living in this house.

As I made my way downstairs, I took in my surroundings of the house I grew up in. A lot of memories was made here. All the good memories, even though it was a short time, was made when mom was still alive.

I still somehow remember her and the way she treated me with love and patience even though I was only five at the time. She died a month after my fifth birthday in a car accident, or as I was told by my father. It was mostly her and I as dad was either always busy at the office or on business trips.

Sadly, I never experienced having a father. He was even more distant after mom's death. At first, I thought it was because I looked like her, but I resembled him more than her. We have the exact same noses with pitch black hair and blue eyes. Mom was blonde with brown eyes.

A month after her death my dad brought home his new wife, Julia with her six-year-old daughter, Sophia. I didn't know that in normal circumstances this is very abnormal. She is a very pretentious blonde woman with fake lips and fake boobs, with a fake personality that changes according to who you are to her. A little bi-polar if you'd ask me.

I once overheard a conversation between her and her girlfriend who came over for lunch, while dad was at work, that Julia was his secretary, and they were having an affair a few years before mom's passing. Their cackling could be heard upstairs for the whole of that afternoon.

She also tried to justify her slutty demeanor by mentioning that the relationship between mom and dad was over long before her appearance in his life. Which doesn't make any sense to me, as he could've divorced mom, maybe she would have been alive today if they divorced.

I was shocked but were unable to do anything. She has never liked me and would treat me horribly regardless of dad being there. She would constantly blame me for stupid things Sophia did. All so she wouldn't be seen in a bad light by dad or anyone of importance for that matter.

Dad didn't act like he cared and only spoke to me if he was really required to. He only showed affection to Julia and her daughter who's not even his own flesh and blood. That is why I only go downstairs when I need to eat because I don't want to walk around where I am not wanted. I don't want unnecessary bad attention on me or to be blamed for more things I haven't done.

When they went on trips, I was the happiest I could ever be because that is when I am at peace. I don't have to be on a constant lookout for danger. They would go on trips, have dinner at fancy places, and holidays for long periods at a time without inviting me. I became use to that type of life but no kid should be used to being neglected by their parent.

When I was eight, I built up the guts and asked him why he never included me when doing family activities where Sophia would attend, but I was told to keep quiet and mind my business.

After that response, I never dared to ask again.

The only luxury I received was a driver taking me to and from school which also came to an end when I finished my senior year in high school a few months ago.