HOMEWRECKER {18+}

04

O L I V I A 

When I arrived at my destination, I was astonished by the sight of the tallest skyscraper in the city, whose top was illuminated by lights, indicating an event was taking place.

Mr. Everett's skyscraper was before my eyes.

I needed to get inside that building, which held a charity event where all the rich gathered, because the event was held by The Everett Family, or rather, Mr. Everett himself.

I was only a street away while I observed the many SUVs dropping people off by the long red that was placed towards the entrance to the skyscraper, which had two bulky armed guards standing by each side.

Only the entrance of the building was heavily guarded.

The red carpet itself had only a few guards who kept the paparazzi away. As it was under guarded because none would dare to harm the Everett family in public.

If that happened, they would be dragged through the mud and destroyed.

The Everett Family came from old money, and lived in wealth for generations as they were considered an Elite Family. 

There was not a person who hadn't heard of the family unless they lived under a rock.

Now the person who was in charge of the family business was, Mr. Everett, Nicholas Everett.

My mother's husband.

It was my cue to go when I saw one particular black sports car, which I knew who it belonged to since I had studied about each member of the Everett family, along with their cars.

If you want to throw your mother across a basement, you have to do it now, I reminded myself.

I was walking with my heels across the street to the black sports car that stopped by the red carpet.

I slowly paced by the car, and out of the corner of my eye I saw one person walking or stepping out of it.

Now I have to do it.

The moment I stepped onto the red carpet, I was slightly further away from the person who had stepped out of their sports car.

I accidentally stumbled on my black heel, and I accidentally fell onto my side as my palms stopped me from falling onto my face.

"Ouch." I pretended to wince, as a pinched expression crept over my face.

I have lived without a proper roof over my head for years, so embarrassment is nothing to me anymore. I became numb to those feelings that others desperately wanted to get rid of.

Shame, sadness, and embarrassment.

Only wrath existed within me, indicating that I was still a human being and not an object.

I could have embarrassed myself beyond repair, losing any chance I had to get a glimpse of my revenge, If I had screamed, "Help me! I won't be able to snatch a married man!'"

Fortunately, I'm not as dramatic as my mother or my aunt, and for that I have to send out a small prayer.

"Are you okay?!" The guy's concerned voice made my lips curve into a smile, but I hid it when he rushed towards me.

The guy reached out his hand for me to hold onto it, and I did.

He helped me up, and we let go of each other's hands once I had steadied myself. I didn't hurt myself, since I intended to fall down without harming myself.

To my luck, my long red dress wasn't stained because I had fallen onto the clean red carpet, so it was still intact.

I stared at the taller guy in front of me, he was over six-feet tall, towering slightly over me, while I brushed my fingers through my long black hair and out of the way of my hazel eyes.