The Beginning Of All Sins

Olivia's pale expression was strikingly evident as Tyler edged closer to her neck. Feeling herself on the verge of collapse, she pushed him away and rose from his lap. She took several steps back before managing to stand still, her lips tightly pursed. "I'm tired. I'd like to go home."

As Tyler gripped the chair handle, his bright eyes fixed on her-- the charm that had enveloped him moments ago dissipated.

"Aren't you going to do what you're supposed to do?" he asked.

Struggling with pain, Olivia responded with silence.

Tyler pressed on, "Are you no longer concerned about Jacob's future?"

She could not care for anyone else when she could barely save herself. If her resistance brought peril to Jacob, then he would have to fend for himself.

In a hoarse voice, she apologized, "I'm sorry to have troubled you, Tyler."

left the room

blazed, his

into space, knowing she couldn't win Tyler's heart as Ana wished, fully aware of her

Ana to manipulate her however she pleased, even if it meant enduring

this realization, she suddenly felt a sense of relief-a gratification born

illness, Olivia

e

orchestrated Olivia's stay with Tyler, never anticipated her swift departure after

living room, Ana's tone was icy. "What's this? Did you not hear me? Are you defying me by

trembled in fear, uncertain of what

she uttered,

once held

believing she could assist in their quest to control the Harrises. However, it became evident that Olivia

would defy her. After all, she was Naomi's sister. How could Ana