“What the hell?” Livia expressed her frustration. For the past two weeks, she has been actively avoiding George, yet that persistent individual continues to bother her both at home and in the workplace.
At this very moment, George is incessantly bothering her door, despite the late hour of ten in the evening. Fatigue has already settled into her ears from the incessant knocking. Despite this weariness, she chooses not to grant herself respite by opening the door, allowing the man to proceed with his desires.
With a swift motion, she grasped the phone and promptly dialed the number of the security guard stationed on the ground floor. “Sir, could you please get this man out of the building? It’s now ten o’clock, and he’s still disturbing my sleep! Take note that he should not be allowed to enter this building.” In a fit of anger, she directed her words towards the security guard.
“All right, ma’am. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of it right away,” the security guard replied.
She went near her door and listened to the scenario after hanging up the phone and thanking them. The security guard, true to their words, was hauling George.
“What the hell? In that room, my girlfriend resides!” George attempted to employ his powers of logic and persuasion in order to sway them to his point of view.
The securities shake their heads disapprovingly. “Sir, Miss Carlos called us to let you out of this building. You’re already bothering not only the owner of that room but also her neighbors,” they said.
However, George possesses strong determination and a sense of self-assurance. He attempted to raise his voice and summon her. “Livia! Please open the door. What seems to be troubling you? You seem to be avoiding my calls and texts!” The man’s loud voice echoed through the air, catching the attention of Livia’s neighbors. Curiosity piqued, and they opened their doors to see what was causing such a commotion.
“Tell me what I did wrong so that I can fix it!” George added.
‘The issue lies with you initially!’ She had the desire to share her thoughts, yet she chose to remain composed as she gently nodded and slightly opened the door.
George attempted to take the security guard’s hands away. “Go home, George. I have no desire to engage in conversation with you today,” she declared icily, before promptly retreating to her flat without so much as a passing glance in George’s direction.
She trembles with fury as she recalls the actions of George, unable to banish the memory from her mind. Livia had no desire to lay eyes on his face or experience his presence before her.
The man found himself taken aback by her attitude, but she simply dismissed it, as it was time for her to return to slumber. Just as she was about to rest once more, her gaze fell upon Letty’s thoughtful present. It was a token meant to serve as a constant reminder of that unpleasant individual.
With swift movements, Livia snatched it from its place and promptly discarded it in the trash. “Remind her face!” With a determined expression, she uttered through clenched teeth.
At this moment, she has come to the realization that the alarm clock is quite bothersome, particularly due to the individual who bestowed it upon her.
Afterwards, she swiftly began a search for the remaining items given to her by George and Letty. Despite the late hour, she remained focused and made efficient use of her time.
Getting rid of those unwanted items brings a sense of tranquilly. Numerous items were removed from the place where she had stored them.
She unveiled an entire box filled with various items. When Livia witnessed how Letty and George made a mockery of her with the gifts they handed her, her jaw fell.
She wore clothes that were no longer in style, along with accessories that caused others to chuckle. ‘Am I truly so innocent that I fail to perceive how those individuals are manipulating me, causing me to appear foolish and providing amusement for others?’ She pondered the question in her own mind.
Livia plans to remove the trash tomorrow. In the meantime, she has placed it outside her room to avoid being reminded of its contents.
Livia glanced at her phone, noticing the time displayed as eleven in the evening. Knowing the late hour, she acknowledged the need to return to sleep. She attempted to shut her eyes, allowing her awareness to guide her into a state of sleep.
After a while, Livia manages to sleep soundly, even though her slumber falls short of the recommended six hours. Today, she had the pleasure of utilizing a car that belonged to the company. She, being an employee of considerable size, was granted the privilege of utilizing a company-owned vehicle.
The car was parked in the company’s parking lot, and with great care, she stepped out of the vehicle. Livia walked with a light step as she made her way into the building. As is customary, the guards extend their greetings to her.
Livia’s morning was going fine until George’s face suddenly appeared before her in the early hours. The sight of George’s face immediately ruined her mood.
“Good morning, baby!” The man attempted to approach her, leaning in for a kiss on her cheeks. However, she skillfully evaded his advances.
“George, it’s important for you to be aware that this space is designated as an office. Please leave your manners outside the company,” she scolded the man.
Stunned, George stood in front of her. As the man comprehended her words, a subtle transformation took place in his countenance.
“Livia, what seems to be the issue? For days on end, you have been evading my presence without any apparent justification. We lacked any justification for engaging in conflict.” The man raised his voice, causing their colleagues to turn their heads.
Livia fixed her gaze upon the man, her eyes filled with intensity, and then proceeded to scan her surroundings. “George, please refrain from making me look foolish. You are well aware of your actions,” she replied to him.
The man’s brow furrowed, revealing a hint of surprise in his expression as he spoke. Livia was tormenting the man. “I don’t see any reason to keep this relationship going. I am ending our relationship,” she declared.
What he heard from her surprised the man. George had believed that she was willing to kneel for him, as he thought she was deeply in love with him.
The man let out a nervous laugh. “Livia, please refrain from jesting with me. Indeed, the hour is early in the morning. Perhaps you found yourself waking up on the opposite side of the bed once more.” The woman gazed intently at the man. Her face revealed no trace of humour. George’s gaze shifted to her, his expression growing serious as he realized she wasn’t joking.
“Tell me, you’re breaking up with me because I declined your marriage proposal, right?” George expressed his thoughts.
Livia was on the verge of slapping herself after hearing George’s words. Indeed, it was due to her foolish nature that she was the individual who initially suggested the idea of marriage to George.
In her haste, she yearned to swiftly escape the clutches of that mortifying memory.
“No, my decision to break up is not based on that particular reason. Rather, it is because my feelings for you have gone,” she candidly conveyed to George.
Having been previously stunned and surprised, the man’s jaw now dropped, seemingly expressing his silent disapproval.
“Do you believe that I will simply acquiesce to that? No!” he exclaimed. George retorted, but Livia, being the change, simply grinned and snorted.
“Just believe what you want to believe, George, for as far as I’m concerned, you and I are done! The discussion has reached its conclusion.” Livia spoke firmly, not giving the man a chance to respond.
Livia swiftly pivoted away from the man and proceeded forward without glancing over her shoulder. George stood there, his mind filled with disbelief and confusion. This was the second time he had been left dumbfounded, unable to comprehend the events that had just unfolded before him. He never anticipated that the very things he used to do with Livia were now happening to him.
Livia, exhausted from a day of hard work, finally returned home and began tidying up her belongings. She is decluttering, but not with her own belongings, but with those she brought for George because he did not want to bring them into his home.Livia was aware of the reason behind it: her style was outdated and couldn’t keep up with the current trends. Her parents, the ones who had raised her, were no longer present. Living alone makes her susceptible to being easily fooled by others.A chuckle escaped her lips as she caught sight of two boxes containing George’s belongings neatly tucked away inside a larger box. Trembling, she casts a glance at herself before swiftly discarding the boxes outside her apartment. The trash will be collected by a garbage collector.“I am old-fashioned, huh?” She couldn’t help but sarcastically remark to herself about what George had told her.“Just wait until Monday when you lay eyes on me. I will laugh in your face,” she says, despite the fact that the
Livia sat in front of the television, engrossed in her favorite show. Suddenly, a news report captured her attention. Anger and disgust tightened her jaw.“Good day, Mr. Welthe! Could it be true? Has the heiress of the Welthe Empire finally been found?” As Richard Welthe gracefully stepped into his luxurious limousine, accompanied by his loyal bodyguards, a curious reporter couldn’t help but ask about the distinguished old man’s presence.Despite the bodyguards’ efforts to ward off the barrage of unexpected questions from the reporters, they find themselves overwhelmed by the sheer number of journalists present.Richard Welthe is a name that is hard to miss, especially when he is on a desperate search to find his beloved child. The reward he offers for any information is nothing short of substantial.Richard Welthe, with a cold expression adorning his face, remained silent, refusing to entertain any inquiries from the persistent reporters. The man stepped into his car, and as if by ma
The grandest ballroom at Mr. Welthe’s prestigious five-star hotel was chosen for hosting this extravagant party. The entire world is on the verge of witnessing the arrival of the only successor to the world’s empire. Everyone is waiting for Mr. Welthe to reveal the identity of his missing heir, who went missing twenty years ago, causing his wife profound depression and ultimately leading to her death. The party was a joyous occasion, as it marked the momentous occasion of Mr. Welthe’s long-awaited reunion with his missing daughter. The entire ballroom transformed into a scene reminiscent of the medieval era. The guests were dressed in their finest medieval attire, donning suits and gowns that transported them back in time. One person is smirking especially since she expected this day to turn her life upside down. The woman is together with George, who is also excited for Letty to be rich. Both individuals presumed that the gathering was intended for Letty. “What did Mr. Welthe tel
“Please, my dear daughter, come closer,” Mr. Welthe gently beckoned, directing his finger towards her. The spotlight was directed towards her position.Applause filled the room as the crowd erupted in cheers. There were even those who expressed their congratulations. “I believe Mr. Welthe followed your advice,” Orion replied to her, his voice rising in volume due to the claps and congratulations.Livia experienced a sensation of deafness, despite the fact that she could hear her father’s voice with perfect clarity. Everyone is looking forward to her appearance on the make-up stage with her father. This is one of her greatest regrets from her first life. She is unable to see or meet her father because Letty did everything to prevent them from seeing or meeting.“Livia, what is it that you are waiting for? Come and join me here,” her father repeated.Her eyes were filled with tears, which slowly trickled down her cheeks. Flashing back, the memories of Letty’s actions towards her, knowin
Livia, unlike Letty, no longer indulges in the habit of incessantly boasting about wealth that does not belong to her. Her father has already had several people look into what happened to her before and why she is missing and cannot be found.Despite her reluctance, her father persistently urges her to accept the new ride he is offering. “However, Dad! I could simply borrow one of your cars right here! Why would one consider purchasing a brand new item?” Livia let out a sigh.Livia knew an old man who had a tender spot for her, and he often displayed a childlike demeanor when engaging in arguments with her. “Indeed, I am aware! However, my desire is for you to possess new possessions rather than those that have been passed down to you. You are a Welthe, and a Welthe will not be satisfied with simple things,” her father explained for the nth time.Her father, with unwavering determination, intends to present her with the shiny new key to a brand new automobile. He makes sure to mention
Livia’s face bears a few scratches, while her hands display some bruises. Fortunately, Orion intervened and put a stop to their actions. In the confines of her recently acquired office, she finds herself seated, observing the man’s countenance, which bears a striking resemblance to that of a person harboring murderous intentions.Orion wasted no time in contacting the authorities, swiftly calling the police to apprehend the trio whose actions had been witnessed by all. The dire consequences arose from not only angering her but also the person standing before her.The man appears to be lost in contemplation. “I’m fine now, Orion,” she assured him.The man quickly turned his focus towards her, causing her to instinctively recoil under his piercing stare. “I am the one who was injured. Why do you appear to be the one in pain?” She asked of the man. Orion became aware of the expression that adorned his face.With a hint of annoyance, he allowed his eyes to roll in a gesture of exasperatio
“Rion, you’re becoming accustomed to referring to me as your fiancée.” She cautioned Orion, “Try not to let it affect you too much,” as they entered the restaurant that the man had recommended.Her father will join them for lunch, and he is on his way to this location. A smirk graced Orion’s face as he looked at her. “I just like doing it, and you’re not stopping me, and I like seeing your ex-boyfriend’s expression,” he replied honestly to Livia.A deep sigh escaped from Livia’s lips. She muttered, feeling a sense of discomfort as her head began to ache. As the man gently placed his right arm around her shoulder, a member of the restaurant staff approached and inquired about their reservation. Orion introduced himself to the staff, who promptly guided them to their designated table.“Will you be removing your arms, or will you choose to keep them intact?” Livia gave Orion her well-known angry glare.With sudden swiftness, the man lifted his arms, as if to convey his surrender. Livia g
Livia’s life had seen brighter days. She is in the company of her father, who has showered her with abundant affection and indulgence. He bestowed upon her a multitude of possessions, most notably shares, a grand edifice, properties, and parcels of land, all registered under her esteemed appellation.In her splendid home, she resides within a grand mansion boasting an abundance of bedrooms, reminiscent of a regal palace. The opulent furnishings and exquisite materials employed in constructing this living space further enhance its majestic allure.Reluctantly, she had to acknowledge her father’s insistence, for being a Welthe meant she had no choice. Livia was dissatisfied with something her father had mentioned: the fact that Welthe’s entire estate would be bequeathed to her upon his passing.The mention of her father’s impending demise unsettled her, as she had experienced a similar situation in her first life. Her father simply chuckled at her, for he believed that death was an inev