BILLIONAIRE'S GAME OF LOVE

, I'll be back late", she said to Zayn Lucas, her boyfriend, "hmmm", he muttered, burying his head into his phone. Planting a kiss on his cheek, she left the house, closing the door softly

ched remembering that day, thinking that was her forever after, it was not, she was back home, she didn't know where else to go. It was late already, she was skeptical, if she should take the first step to even ring the door bell, she did anyways, and after standing there for about few minutes, the door finally opened, she was greeted with a familiar face, the same grey colored hair she left two years ago, with honey colored eyes, pointed nose and thin small lips of her step mother, Helen Woodstone "well-well, what do we have here", she said in sarcastic cruel tone and she continued," "what a surprise, what brings you to us?", she asked, not hiding the irritation in her voice "can I please stay, I have nowhere else to go", she replied and continued sobbing, Helen looked her in the eyes, not with compassion though, scanned her up to down and finally released her grip on the door, "use the basement", and left. Pushing the door slightly, Olivia stepped into the old house, a few things had changed like the arrangement of the living room, she walked past it to the kitchen, she perceived an alluring smell, that was when it hit her hard that she hadn't eaten, her stomach grumbled, but she wasn't home anymore, and if there was one very cruel thing about Helen is that she was very greedy with food in her house. Olivia walked past the kitchen before meeting the door of the basement, she sighed as she entered "at least I have roof over my head", she thought to herself, she took the staircase down, took out the old mat they've always had, she searched the room until she saw the gray colored coat, the one her mother got for her on her 9th birthday. At the sight of it, memories erupted, the tears began falling again like the water fall, every drop ignited an emotion, swift encounters of the good days flashed her memory. Olivia was the only child of her parents, she had the most loving mother on earth, every year she would make hand-made gifts for Olivia, her beautiful laughter would echo the room, and her husband, Olivia's father was not far from the overwhelming positive energy in the mansion they had, but life became so cruel, Olivia was in school one day when the driver, Thomas came to pick her up, it was earlier than normal, she could see the worry in his face as she was walking towards the car, "uncle Tom, is everything okay?", her little voice asked concerned "yes Olivia, uncle Tom is good, mom and dad will not be back today", he responded trying so hard to hide any hint of emotion. "why, but that has never happened before", Olivia had become worried "Don't worry, granny would be home to cook dinner tonight, she will be with you while your parents are gone", he said, giving her a small smile from the edge of his lips. Night came but there was still no trace of mom and dad, in as much as granny was trying to be cheerful and playful, it was obvious that something was wrong, and Olivia was not one of the dull kids. It was three months later of constant lying from Grandma and uncle Tom, Olivia stepped into granny's room and heard her sobbing over the phone "Olivia doesn't know yet, and I can't keep hiding it from her, she deserves to know what happened", "what happened grandma", Olivia interrupted, the look on grandma's eyes was like a lost puppy who lost his parents and needed help. The memories flashed as Olivia looked at the grey coat, the more she looked the more vicious the memories came, she took it laid on the mat and began to cry into the coat, she whimpered, sobbed and wept, thoughts ran through her mind, "wasn't I good enough? What was it about me that made them all go? Don't I deserve a happy life like everyone else does? All in one day she had lost her job, the love of her life, and her home, she knew nothing of what the future would hold, was there anything left for her in this world? ................... The sun struck Olivia's eyes through the window, she slowly opened her eyes, and scanned the room, she didn't realize the condition of the room last night until now, she got up, stepping out of the basement, she met the old belts, he still wore those cloaks, he was still with those walking stick, but the memories of that walking tick made her stomach sore, he once used that stick to beat her up, she greeted "good morning Mr Paul" Turning around to face the familiar voice, he said "hmm, Livia, Helen told me about your arrival last ni