Reborn, Its Time To Save My Family And.. My Enemy!

"Slap" 

"Slap"

"How dare you!" Oriana's chest heaved. She shook her hands with the pain but after three seconds, she raised it again to slap Olivia for the third time. "How dare you to challenge me in front of everyone." The third slap was harsher than the first two. Olivia's lips bled. Her face had clear red handprints on her cheek.

"Oriana, you can not always hide, Abi. She is getting older. If you keep treating her like that.." 

"Slap!" this time even the maids flushed with the voice. Oriana had used all her strength in the last slap. She had even used her diamond ring. A large cut started to bleed on Olivia's cheek.

"Olivia Witherland, the last survivor of the barony. Do you think you are still a precious daughter of baron WItherland? If not for me, you would have starved to death! No, you would not have survived this long! You would have frozen to death before you could even starve. You were only ten when I brought you here. And now… that you have reached twenty, you think you can argue with me? Your savior? Do not forget, if I can save you, I can throw you out too." it was not a warning, a hollow threat but a fact. 

Olivia knew that she was nothing but a pawn of her sister. She would throw her. She had thrown her in the past and she would do it again but not yet, not now. Not where she had still to live her usefulness.

She must have met the second prince. She had sent the maid to look for her. Olivia had noticed Mira following her. That was one of the reasons she had brought the kids for dinner.

"Then throw me out. I want to start a new life." Olviia replied, gritting her teeth. "Do you think following you is better?" 

"...." Oriana was horrified. She could not understand! Her sister had never replied to her. She had said nothing except yes madam in the past. For the past ten years, she had made sure Olivia was well trained as a slave, as a puppet. She would be a sweet little sister.

"Olivia.. You know that I will not do it. I love you. You are my only kin. I have suffered so much only to make sure you have a better life. If not for you, why would I be a duchess? I have taken care of you as your mother for a decade. I understand! Now that you have grown up, you don't like my way of thinking and do not agree with my way of disciplining. You do not understand that I am saving my daughter from their eyes." Oriana covered her face with her hands. 

Her hands were burning by the slaps she had given to Olivia. Faking pain and hurt was not difficult this time. She closed her eyes and stifled. 

Olivia wanted to laugh at herself. The way Oriana's stiff shoulders moved and her sobs echoed in the room. It was clear that she was lying. How could she not realize this in her past life?

How? She had no one to blame but herself as she stared at her sister with those blank eyes. If Oriana had not covered her face with her hands and noticed the blankness in Olivia's cold eyes, she would have been stunned.

But Olivia lowered her eyes. She could not let Oriana doubt her. For now, her goal was to make sure that Oriana became uneasy and to avoid meeting the second prince.

 She had achieved both of her goals. That was not a bad start.

"Sister! I didn't mean it like that." This was the first time Olivia faked her tears. She had learnt it from her sister. "You are like a mother to me. My only family. I am just worried about Abi. I do not want her to suffer. She reminds me of myself." Oriana stiffened at that.

The only reason she loved her son too much and did not like her daughter was because of her looks. Abi had not taken any quality from her father. Her red hair, greed eyes. It showed..

"Enough! You think I do not care about my daughter?" she glared at Olivia again. Olviia shook her head and hugged Oriana. 

As if she had completely forgotten that Oriana had slapped her brutally. As if the large wound on her cheek did not sting at all

"Do not fight me, sister. Please.." Oriana closed her eyes. Even she felt that she had gone too far by leaving a wound on Olivia's cheeks. What if it left a scar? The prince would reject her.

"Fine, but be careful next time, especially in public. What if they misunderstand? Remember, we can not give them a chance to mock us." Olivia nodded as she acted like a scared child who still needed protection from her sister.

Oriana patted Olivia's shoulders with a nod of approval.

"Good girl, now go and get the wound treated. I didn't know that my ring was bent and it would cut your skin." she touched the wound with pain as if she was the one hurt.

Olivia wanted to applaud her acting. No wonder she was fooled. 

"Yes, sister." Olivia left with a nod. She went straight to the physician and got her wound treated. She stared at the old woman applying the ointment on her wound. If she was right, Damon was limping a bit in the party when she was walking. 

She was not sure about the timing, but if she was right..

"Umm, can i have a bit of this for later?" Olivia pointed at the ointment looking embarrassed. She knew how expensive the ointments were… "just a bit to apply on my wound at night?" 

The old woman smiled. She was instructed to make sure that the wound did not leave a scar.

"Of course, my dear. I will give you the best one. Apply a thick layer even if it stings."