“Look at yourself—besides being pretty, what do you have that’s special?”
“I’ve been bored of that face for a long time. If you know what’s good for you, get lost!”
Her pride as a young woman was shattered.
Her true feelings, crushed.
Olivia fell ill from the blow, murmuring his name even in her feverish dreams.
The entire Smith household dismissed the affair as nothing.
Only when the White family stormed over demanding answers did everyone realize—this delicate, beautiful girl was not just a pretty face. She was the only daughter of the White family, heir to the White Corporation.
Her family had deliberately hidden her identity, hoping she’d toughen up outside.
No one had expected her first taste of love to cause such a disaster.
My parents panicked.
They feared Eric would be implicated, so they hurriedly sent him abroad overnight—and pushed me forward in his place.
I still remember—it was my birthday.
For the first time in her life, my mother baked me a homemade birthday cake.
She smiled at me and said, “Daniel, you’re the older brother. You have to help your little brother.”
“Eric is still young. His whole life can’t be ruined because of Olivia.”
As a child, I had no power or courage to resist my family.
And so, on my birthday, I was tied with a bow like a gift and delivered to the Whites—to Olivia.
Olivia hated me. Hated the Smiths. Hated anything connected to Eric.
She called me worthless.
Threw vases at me, telling me to get out.
She mocked me as a fool, saying my eyes looked just as hateful as Eric’s.
But no matter how she treated me, I gritted my teeth and stayed by her side.
Until one day, Olivia saw Eric’s official photos online with another girl.
She was silent for a long time, then began drinking, glass after glass.
Drunk and reckless, she dragged me along for a joyride.
And as expected, it ended in a car accident.
The moment before the car exploded, I pulled Olivia out.
My own back was shredded and burned by the blast.
Olivia trembled as she held my blood-soaked body in her arms.
That day she cried for a long time before finally rasping out,
“Daniel, will you be with me?”
Of course I would.
Beyond the affection I already held, she was also the heir of the White family.
She needed someone to help her move on from her heartbreak.
And I needed someone to help me escape the abyss of the Smith family.
And so, we officially began our relationship.