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O L I V I A

This time I didn't wear a red dress, instead I wore a short classy black dress along with dark tights and heels. The only red I wore was the red velvet lipstick on my lips, as I was already done with the rest of my makeup.

I stared at myself at the full length mirror hanging on the wall of the bathroom.

The window next to the mirror was slightly frosty as winter had recently passed by. The frost didn't block the view of the entire city from Kieran's bathroom window, which was breathtaking.

If it weren't for becoming closer with Kieran and him allowing me to stay as a guest at his extravagant loft that he had in the middle of the city, I would have been standing in a bathroom stall in some random junk place.

Even if Kieran's friends are shits and I desperately want to throw them into the trash, I try to remind myself of the bigger picture.

My end goal is to get revenge on my mother.

Kieran is an important tool I have to use along the way. Though, it might hurt him if he viewed me as his friend, but I didn't think so, since almost every night he brings someone over, and I keep hearing moaning across his room in the middle of the night.

The possibility of him catching feelings for me is low, but one might never know.

Sex and emotions are two different things.

He might as well have formed something emotionally for me, but I hoped he didn't.

Though, sexual attachment was another matter, for he would form attachments with my body and not my soul.

Sighing and hoping that he didn't form some sort of affection towards me, or once the lies come to surface it might crush him.

Revenge was never easy, even if I meant only hurting one person, I might hurt many others along the way.

I told Kieran that my parents were millionaires and always left their only daughter behind on their business trips. It was a sad story about a wealthy girl that he bought.

When he asked me who they were, I just told them they were no-names trying to build a larger business since, in people like Mr. Everett and Kieran's eyes, millionaires can't be compared to them, right?

I had just been guessing here, but Kieran dropped it and focused on something else.

Speak of the guy I was just thinking about.

"Liv, we need to head out in ten minutes if we want to make it!" Kieran called out to me as he knocked on the bathroom door.

"I'll be ready in five!" I responded as I turned around to look at myself.

My short black dress sat tightly around me as the back wasn't open for people to view the scars.

The scars were another one of her artworks, which my mother used to call my scars, "her lovely art."

The black high heels sat nicely on my feet. It was weird wearing heels for the first time since it ached afterward, but I practiced until I got used to the ache. In the end, I didn't feel it at all as I got used to the pain.

I could get used to it easily if it meant my survival and now my revenge.

I was done checking myself out before I would get sucked into the mirror hanging on the wall

I stepped outside the bathroom while putting a black coat on me and heading to wherever Kieran was at the moment, and that was his car parked outside the building of his loft.