HOMEWRECKER {18+}

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O L I V I A

In the early morning I drove through a similar small road which had a rough path. I was on my way to the doctors cabin as two days had passed since the interrogation inside Mr. Everett mansion.

Last night Gabriel had confessed his feelings for me, and yet, even if I had gotten important information from Kieran, Gabriel's feelings are always lingering at the back of my mind.

I would always prioritize my revenge. That was all I had in this world.

Gabriel could come and go out of my life, but my revenge would always stay until the day I completed it.

I ignored my thoughts of Gabriel as I neared the cabin by the lake owned by Richard, the doctor.

As the man himself was standing outside, with crossed arms and a soft expression as I parked and stepped outside of my car.

We greeted each other as he led me inside into the cabin and into the kitchen.

Richard showed me my suitcase which he had placed on top of the kitchen table.

"So you did find the key hidden underneath the carpet?" I referred to the spare key hidden under the apartment carpet.

"That was the easiest thing I had found in my life." He said, recalling when he took the spare key hidden underneath the carpet.

"It wasn't that hard, anyone could have come and opened the apartment door." I bit into my lower lip, biting down a smile because that was what I also thought when Gabriel showed me where he had hidden the spare key.

I laughed back then and Gabriel had gotten mad by it so I used the usual trick, pretending to cough into my arm as he ignored me.

In the end I apologized because he seemed hurt, he shrugged it off, saying that it didn't matter and that he was in a bad mood.

"Now that large piece of thing was a hassle to find. It took me an hour and by then I had destroyed your closet." He held himself back from laughing. "But I put everything back in place."

"That's good," I said to him, walking towards the kitchen table, opening the suitcase which had the files Richard had given me and a bunch of clothes, hiding the stuff underneath.

"The call I got from you indicated that you placed your trust in me." He leaned against the counter of the kitchen, having his focus on me.

"It was a gamble but after reading and confirming the files you have given me. It was hard not to." I told him, closing the suitcase.

"What's your plan now?" He asked, taking a cup of coffee in his hand.

'Like I would tell you,' that thought passed through my mind.

"I will haunt," I said, taking the suitcase into my hand.

"Haunt for who?" He frowned while he sounded intrigued.

"You will find out soon.." I mumbled, imagining my next victim who will be Eleanor's best friend's son.

A person who's grieving his mothers death and is vulnerable at the moment.

"Anyway, if you have any more information, reach out to me through that phone number." I took the suitcase to the kitchen table while the man's expression paled at my words.

"Do you have anything to tell me?" I questioned him, my suspicions rising all because the glimpse of his pale complexion at my words made me question.

"Nothing... there's nothing." The man wore a poker-face now, not trying to reveal anything despite his earlier anxious demeanor.

"Are you sure?" I questioned him for the last time.

"I'm sure, there's nothing." He tried to plaster a smile but it made him seem more suspicious like he was really trying to hide something.

I put the suitcase onto the floor, taking out a knife from the strap which was hidden underneath the sleeve of my hoodie.

I walked over to the man, pressing my knee against his groin and taking his neck in a choke-hold while pressing him into the kitchen counter.

My other hand held a knife, closely against his left eye while my other hand choked the man as he started to turn a shade of red.

"Listen to me carefully." I glared right into the doctor's eyes as he struggled under my hold.

He tried to move but it was to no use so he rested his hands on his sides, trembling because I could gouge his eyes out in any second.

"I have no time to play mind games. I only have time to play mind games with my victims and you're going to become one soon, if you don't start talking." I pressed my knee into his groin harder, in a rough and painful manner.

The sharp knife in my hand was only a single millimeter away from his eyes as the sharp edge of the knife touched his eyelashes.

"Start talking or else you will become the one I will haunt next." I gritted my teeth as the doctor's red shade of a face started to turn purple while tears gathered out the corner of his fearful eyes.

I would kill him right here if needed.

This man helped me get documents of my new identity as Olivia Holland but the fact that he was once close with Eleanor was something which would always make me distrust him.

His daughter died because of her, but what if he had something to do with it?

I got documents from him but trust is an awfully fragile thing which documents couldn't solve.

Yet, he had been in an abusive relationship and gotten help from my mother in return for him to testify in court. He did it all for his daughter, Sam, but still, I could see the image vividly in my mind off him and Eleanor smiling on many occasions.

The day Eleanor won in court, he ran to hug her, he was happy for her.

That's the part that doesn't make sense in my mind as I have too much hatred residing within me for it to make sense.

"I-I... will-" The man tried uttering words out of his mouth but it didn't work.

The doctor nodded his head while it was hard to do so because I had his neck in a tight choke-hold. He even placed his hand on my hand, patting me on it, to withdraw my hand from his neck.

I withdrew my hand from his throat but still kept the knife close to his left eye, in case he thought of doing something.

"Speak," I ordered the man as he trembled under my touch, he was aware his life was at stake with one wrong word.

He regained his breath with a gasp leaving his mouth, he was gasping for air until the red shade on his face turned into his natural tone.

"A y-young guy recently visited me..."

"A young guy?" My thoughts immediately drifted to many people. "Describe him for me."

"Tall, brown hair, wore formal but elegant clothes which was a coat and scarf. I didn't see his eyes because he wore sunglasses." He described the person who visited him.

"He was a very charming young man with his looks, and those green eyes, but he didn't speak a word to me. He only placed a bucket of flowers by my door." He said in a trembling voice while I backed away from the man.

At that moment, the only person who crossed my mind was Gabriel.

Gabriel Everett.