Trapped in His Love Obsession novel

Chapter 15

Livia’s little body was pulled by her stepmother out of the house. The woman had already opened the car door and pushed her inside. “Mom, where are we going? Mom?” the little girl started to cry.

The woman did not answer. Instead, she started the car and drove without saying anything. She only looked at her stepdaughter once. Then looked away and looked down at the road again.

She must teach the little girl a lesson so that the little girl will know who is in charge of the house.

“Mom, where are we going?” Livia was scared. Her hands were shaking.

The woman beside her didn’t answer and making her even more scared. “Mom …”

“I’m not your mom!”

Those words suffocated Livia. She was about to cry, but she locked her mouth suddenly. She realized that the woman driving the car beside her was angry.

She knew her stepmother didn’t like her. Several times she was scolded for no reason. She didn’t bother her half-sister, but she was always accused of being guilty when her sister cried.

The car continued to run, not knowing where it was going.

Livia looked out the car window. They entered the suburbs of the city. She could see the big trees along the way.

The car stopped. Livia shrunk in her chair while her stepmother came down.

She opened the car door and pulled Livia’s body.

“Mom, I’m sorry, Mom. Please forgive me.” Tears began to flow and burst, her voice already shaking with fear.

“Get down.” The woman pulled Livia’s arm. The little girl holding on to the car seat lost her strength. Her body was already pulled, and she was already out of the car.

BANG!

The car door slammed loudly.

“Mom, where are you going? Don’t leave me, Mom.”

Her stepmother didn’t say anything. She just looked at Livia with hatred. Then she walked around the car and got in the car.

She starts the car.

“Mom, don’t leave me, Mom.” Livia tried to open the car door, but it was locked. “I’m sorry, Mom, I’m sorry! I’m guilty, I’m guilty, Mom. Please don’t leave me, Mom. I am so scared! Please open the car door, Mom. / beg you!”

The car runs slowly.

Livia started running after it while knocking hard on the glass door.

“Mom, don’t go! Mom, don’t leave me. I beg you, Mom!”

Livia fell to the ground as the car she chased accelerated, leaving her alone.

looked around; there

throw me out, don’t throw me out, Mom! I’m sorry. I’m scared!” Livia’s body shivered.

air around her was getting colder and colder. The sun was starting to dim.

on the ground, and she looked up

from her seat when she knew her stepmother’s car had

closer after the car

her forcibly out of the car and Livia hugged the woman’s legs tightly. Like guarding her

good daughter and obedient to mom and dad. Don’t throw me away, Mom,

stepmother touched

a disobedient child will be expelled and thrown away. You will live alone, without a

now on, don’t throw me away, Mom.” Tears are still

an obedient child, I will also

and listen to

We’re going home.” “Yes, Mom.” Livia got into the car with her trembling

your dad asks where you’re from, tell him that I

“Okay, Mom.”

heart. She was afraid of being dumped if she didn’t obey, afraid of being kicked out of the house if she didn’t

obedience to her stepmother turned into hatred, she didn’t dare to fight back against whatever the parents decided,

“Sorry, Mom. Sorry …”

Livia! Miss Livia, wake up!” Tiffany shook

surprise. “Are you

sweat pouring down. She remembered what dream she had just now. It’s been so long. Why

out of breath when she

please get some

moment. But, are you sick?” Tiffany took a bottle of

had not managed to forget the dark memories and these dark memories made her curl up on the ground in fear. Fear of being thrown out,

Master Damian

of his house because he was angry, it would impact her father’s

angry, let alone can she return home, she will definitely be kicked out and

was going on in his head. Sometimes he laughs for no reason. Sometimes he gets angry without Livia knowing

the reason why he married her. However, she clearly remembers what Assistant Brown

may I ask a

“Please, Miss.”

know why Mr. Damian chose to marry

“No.”

way you don’t

“I really don’t know.”

Brown, forget my question earlier. I’ll ask

“Please, Miss.”

Master Damian sleeping with different

“No.”

can you answer it more specifically? Don’t

Brown didn’t

know a little about Damian. Maybe if she