Chapter 4
On the other side, Luna was sprawled out on her bed, admiring her newly manicured nails.
After a while, she picked up her phone and dialed a number, her tone dripping with arrogance. "It's been a whole day, and you still can't edit a video?"
The person on the other end sounded taken aback. "You never sent the person over."
Luna shot up, her eyes wide, and asked, "What?"
She quickly hung up and dialed another number. "What's going on? Didn't I tell you to send her to the room I booked?"
The voice on the other end sounded sheepish. "I did, but she went to the wrong room. I said 707, but she ended up in 101."
"How are you even a manager? Has no one ever complained about your unclear instructions?" Luna snapped, her patience wearing thin.
Her chest heaved with frustration as she continued, "Who's in 101?"
"Hold on," the manager typed for a moment, then apologized, "It's a confidential client. I don't have access."
Luna's irritation grew, and she berated him again before hanging up.
If the manager didn't have access, it meant the room's occupant was someone significant in Emerald City. Could Olivia have really gotten lucky and hooked up with a well-off man?
Luna, always someone who got what she wanted, immediately sent someone to investigate who was in 101.
But the more they investigated, the more dead ends they hit, and Luna grew increasingly anxious.
Finally, they narrowed it down to a few candidates. As Luna reviewed the private investigator's reports, she eliminated them one by one until only one name remained: Michael.
No, it couldn't be.
Michael was rarely seen, and despite all her excuses, she hadn't managed to meet him. How could Olivia, of all people, have such luck?
Luna gritted her teeth as she searched through information related to Michael. She paused on a page, recognizing a familiar shirt. Hadn't she seen it before?
She squinted, thinking hard. Wasn't it the same shirt dress Olivia had worn back?
Could it really be Michael?
A wave of indescribable jealousy washed over Luna.
She had hastily broken off her engagement with Chase because of rumors that the Johnson family was pushing Michael into an arranged marriage.
Fearing Chase would ruin her chance to marry into a wealthy family, she had hurriedly pushed Olivia out.
Even after the rumors about Michael died down, she never gave up trying to orchestrate a chance encounter with him.
Why Olivia?
She wouldn't allow it! She wouldn't let Olivia have anything better than her!
Consumed by anger and jealousy, an evil thought crept into Luna's mind.
Luna quickly headed to the laundry room, where the family's dirty clothes were usually collected.
But after half an hour of searching, she couldn't find the shirt. In fact, she couldn't find any of Olivia's clothes.
Did Olivia know who she had slept with and was trying to use it to her advantage?
A wave of anxiety surged through Luna, and she hurried to question the maid.
The maid looked puzzled and asked, "Ms. Smith always does her laundry. Didn't you say she should do it herself from now on?"
Luna remembered and cursed herself for being petty.
She sneaked back to the villa, and as the night grew darker, she made a bold decision.
In the dead of night, Luna quietly opened Olivia's door. Confirming that Olivia was asleep, she tiptoed to the bathroom, where a pile of clothes lay in the corner.
Under the moonlight, Luna found the shirt and felt a surge of triumph. She wrinkled her nose at the pile of dirty clothes next to it. "Gross. No wonder you can't wash with the family's clothes."
"Is that why you snuck into my room in the middle of the night? Just to insult me?" Olivia's voice startled Luna.
The bathroom light flicked on, and both women squinted at the sudden brightness.
Olivia glanced at the shirt in Luna's hand, her pupils contracting briefly before she feigned calmness. "Leave the clothes. I just didn't feel well today, so I didn't wash them. Don't worry about it."
Luna seized the opportunity and grabbed the nearby clothes. "Since you're my sister, I'll help you wash them today."
She gathered the clothes in her arms, but her face showed clear disdain.
Olivia frowned and reached out to take them back, but Luna dodged.
"Luna, it's just the two of us here. You don't need to pretend to be a caring sister," Olivia said wearily, "Get some sleep."
Seeing Olivia's feigned magnanimity made Luna nauseous.
Maybe it was the late hour or the thought of Michael, but Luna's mind seemed out of control, and her voice turned sharp. "Olivia, do you really think you've been the one tolerating me all these years?"
Olivia looked up at her and asked, "Haven't I?"
Luna laughed cruelly and said, "That's ridiculous. You're too weak to change your situation, so don't make it sound noble." Luna's words grew more venomous. "Mom and Dad are disgusted by you. If it weren't for me, do you think you'd still be living here safely?"
Her face twisted with a sinister smile.
Olivia stared at her, as if seeing a stranger.
Even at their worst, she never thought Luna could be like this.
Even when she suspected the reporters were Luna's doing, Olivia only thought Luna had gone too far this time.
But Luna wasn't wrong.
Olivia couldn't change the fact that their parents favored Luna, so she had to cater to Aiden and Harper's preference for Luna to earn their approval.
But now, all those efforts felt like daggers, wielded by Luna against her.
In one day, she had been assaulted by a stranger, publicly humiliated by reporters, tormented by her parents, and now her sister was kicking her while she was down.
Olivia realized how her life had come to this.
She looked at the face so similar yet different from hers and gently reminded, "Don't let your favoritism go to your head."
Luna sneered, "What are you talking about? Do you think you're some kind of saint?"
"Luna, I'm not a saint. I just treated you like a sister, which is why I tolerated your behavior," Olivia corrected seriously.
This struck a nerve with Luna, who exploded in anger, raising her voice, "Wrong! It's me who tolerated you living here!"
Furiously, she looked at the clothes in her hand and shouted, "Yara! Throw all her clothes out of her room!"
Yara didn't hesitate and called for help.
In less than ten minutes, they emptied the wardrobe.
As Yara carried the last bag of clothes out, Olivia caught Harper's eye through the door crack. He sighed and turned away.
Olivia didn't even have the energy to react; just looked at Luna calmly. "Can you leave now? I'm tired."