All Chapters of From Doormat To Queendom: Rebirth of the Country's Princess: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Divorce

“Harvey, you're so heartless," Tears rolled down my cheeks as I clutched my dress like it was the only thing that could anchor me in the middle of the storm raging in my head. “What did I do that's so unbearable? Just shift aside for a while, move to the penthouse… or something, I'm sure you'll be fine. Just let me enjoy a few days in peace with Tori," Harvey said to me, completely unbothered by the tears that already made my lashes wet.It took a second for his words to settle. Shift aside? It's one thing that he didn't care about me but he didn't even realize he was wrong. “First, you made me apologize to that slut you sneaked into our home, then, you made it mandatory for her to come over every Friday night, and now? I should shift aside for her to completely take my place?” I asked even when I clearly understood what he meant. "Quick recap, Olivia, you might have forgotten. She's your best friend, not a slut, and I didn't sneak her in, we fell in love,” he pointed his in

Death

“Olivia, be reasonable. What did you mean by wanting a divorce? Divorce who? Me? You must have seriously lost it, we should visit the hospital," he barked but my expression didn't change and my decision was even firmer. Grounded.Of course. To him, this was absurd. 'Olivia, it's enough. Time to return to where you truly belonged,’ I remembered myself and tried to clear my head. "Nothing's wrong with me, Harvey, I just realize that I can't cope anymore. No one will survive what you call “marriage” without breaking,” I said, the calmness in my voice surprised even me. I've imagined asking for a divorce in the past; when his mother came to mock me for being barren, when his siblings would insult me and destroy the house on a whim, and when he'd leave the house for days without telling me where he went, I had imagined asking him for a divorce when he returns but I never dared to go through with it. "Abuse? What abuse have I ever put you through?” His voice pitched even higher a

Reborn

I opened my eyes.I stared blankly at the white ceiling above me and looked into the lights like I wasn't aware of how blinding it was.Too bright.Slowly, the distant noises in my ear became louder. First, there's the sound: a steady, mechanical beeping, sharp enough to slide through the fog in my head. Then, the smells; antiseptic, sterile, and medicines. I tried to move but my body felt heavy, as if it were filled with wet cement. My chest tightens when I breathe, shallow and suffocating, as if the air itself might hurt me if I take too much of it. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Where am I?The question forms slowly, like it had to fight its way through thorns. The shapes around me blur into existence; a clip on my index finger, a needle taped down so tightly in my arm, and the feeling of a bandage on my head. Why am I here?My heart stutters and the beeping beside me quickens in response. My head felt blank, I couldn't remember anything, just an empty space where s

Back from the Grave

I was beyond stunned. No, that wasn't right. That wasn't what happened.My eyes were glued to the TV screen as Harvey went on and on about how irrational and toxic I was in our marriage. Every word twisted. Every truth buried under the lies.I died… and this is what he did with it?He especially looked disheveled or made himself to be, so the made-up story would hit a spot with the viewers. My feet felt stuck to the ground and my body became frozen. “Harvey…” I couldn't bring myself to say anything.Even now, I still say his name. Was he always like this or did I just refuse to see it? He is a liar, a cheater, and a snake. "Mrs. Fontaine… we can call him and inform him that-" “Don't! Please don't," I quipped at the doctor. “Inform him of what? That his toxic wife is miraculously revived, so he can find another lie to wrap around my neck?" I turned to him.If he knew… he'd bury me again. Why am I still alive? For Harvey or for Tori? Whether it was fate or luck, I won't waste

Real Identity

“You morons thought you could kill me?" I watched Tori for a second, then I moved. I grabbed Tori by the hair and ignored her frantic attempt to escape my grasp.They really thought I was gone. “What does it feel like? To be bullied by the woman you killed?" I dragged her toward the trembling Harvey. I dropped her before him and she fell flat on her chest, shrieking with fear. I grabbed her hair again and made her look at me. Seeing her annoying face, my stomach rumbled, and I landed a resounding slap on her cheeks. My palm met so perfectly with her cheek that it reddened instantly. That's not all.Slap!Slap!I did it repeatedly, twice on both cheeks. I almost slapped her the third time but I calmed myself down. I shouldn't become a monster like them. Harvey didn't even raise his head to look at her once. Of course, he didn't, the man was busy trying to save his own head. For a moment, she hesitated, then she kneeled timidly before me, side by side with Harvey. Patheti

My Devious Uncle

“Don't shout!" I whispered.He pulled my hand off his mouth and seized my wrist. “To my office,” he said, already dragging me forward, ignoring the stares from his staff. “We’re in public…” I twisted my wrist, trying to pull free, but his grip only tightened. He didn't let go till we entered the elevator and disappeared completely from the workers' view. “What is wrong with you?” I rubbed my wrist, glaring at him. “Winehouse? Olivia Winehouse?” he muttered, as if I wasn’t even there. Ding!The elevator sounded when we reached the highest floor. The door slid sideways and we walked out of it, straight into the only office located on that floor. Warren walked ahead and sat down on the couch. I sat opposite him, waiting for him to calm his mind. After a moment, he raised his head and looked at me with his brows deepened in further confusion. “Is this a prank? How long have you been planning this? And why tell me now? This is not funny, Oli, you…" “You thought for

Chrysanthemum, pinewood, and cedar.

I stayed silent, my pulse climbing into my throat.My eyes flicked to Warren. He glanced back briefly, as he felt it.. “Olivia? I…don't think I understand, Uncle Roger,” Warren said, his brows narrowed at Uncle Roger. “Sit down.”Warren sat, rubbing his palms together. "Olivia Winehouse, my niece,” he paused. My breathing stuttered. He really is here because of me.“What about your niece? I heard she had been lost for a long time," Warren asked, his unfaltering composure under Uncle Roger's scrutinizing gaze surprised me. I would have slipped up.“I just found out this morning that she disguised herself as Olivia May and lived in secret as Harvey Fontaine's wife," Uncle Roger revealed, nodding his head as if he's still forcing himself to accept it. I pressed my lips into a thin line and waited for his next words. Why is he here? What about me needs a lawyer? “That's unbelievable," Warren exclaimed, his act still kept in place. “But isn't she dead? Harvey revealed

My Stepfamily?

I stood frozen, trembling.My mind went blank. I couldn’t form a single thought. I scanned the storage room for an exit. There was none. No window. No second door. Nothing to hide behind: just broken chairs and dusty papers. What could I even do? I was already exposed. “I took in a cat recently. It’s probably in there. I also caught a cold, that’s why I went to the hospital,” Warren said. He came to my rescue. He covered for me. Again."Oh, I thought someone was hiding inside.” Uncle Roger said and I could hear the couch squeak when he sat down. "Take care of your health, okay?” I am safe. For now, at least."So, about your niece?” Warren continued the conversation. "You can't understand unless I bring the printed version of the will,” Uncle Roger said. He sounded reluctant, as if he didn't want to continue the conversation. "Is it in your car then?” Warren pressed."Yes, let me grab it real quick, so you can read it,” Uncle Roger replied and the couch squeaked whe

Where is My Mother?

“How can Mrs. Luke be my stepmother?" I glared at Uncle Roger, my eyes wide. This was absurd.“Olivia, be respectful!" He cautioned sharply. Mrs. Margaret Luke stood before me, watching me calmly, as if I were nothing more than a spectacle. For a moment, I hesitated. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, as if to stop myself from saying any more. But no! The fire burning in my head is enough to roast my organs and fill the entire mansion with its aroma. I burst forward. “Margaret Luke was our neighbor for a very long time, before I was born. She was my mother's only friend and my godmother." I turned to Uncle Roger, my gaze demanding his explanation. "So what are you telling me? How did my godmother become my stepmother?” Uncle Roger fell silent, his expression falling as if he was lost for words, but I could see how his hand tightened into a fist. We definitely aren't on the same page.I looked at Mrs. Luke again and the two people besides her, who l

Stay away from Warren.

“Olivia, behave!" He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand off his collar. I grabbed it again. I wasn’t letting him slip away.“You’ve been in this mansion the whole time. Don’t tell me you didn’t know my mother was gone," I held his gaze, unblinking. Anger surged through me. My grip tightened on his collar, a little too hard; I almost choked him. “Huh!" A loud gasp came from the door as Margaret entered the living room with her two puppets behind her. “What is this?” she snapped, pulling my hand away from Uncle Roger's collar, and I staggered backward. Uncle Roger coughed while fixing his collar, his glare hardened, and I returned the courtesy. “What was the fuss about? Olivia, have you lost all sense?" She barred her teeth at me, glaring as if to make me shrink. She wished.I turned to the trembling maid, not bothering with Margaret. I moved to her, and my expression softened. “Can you tell me what happened before she left? My mother doesn't make rash decisions."

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