Brixton Lawrence's "Little Liv!!!"

We read till now...

Brixton Lawrence, World's Biggest Bisenessman, entered the wedding hall, leaving everyone, bathe in cold sweat due to his cold demeanor and dangerous aura.

Then Stephan, try to provoke Brixton but, before he could complete his words...

"BANG!!!"

A gunshot echoed throughout the hall, leaving everyone shocked with widened eyes.

Now Continued...

Hearing the gunshot, Olivia flinched in fear and squeezed her eyes shut tightly.

Everyone else was also trembling in fear, but amidst the silence, a loud cry of pain echoed through the hall.

When everyone turned to look, they saw Stephen's hand bleeding heavily, the bullet having struck right in the middle of the hand he was about to use to touch Olivia.

It was Brixton's assistant, Mark, who had fired the shot.

Mark had noticed his boss's dark expression and the deadly glare Brixton had fixed on Stephen's hand—the same hand reaching for Olivia. Mark knew exactly what that meant. Brixton wanted to rip that hand from Stephen's body.

So, without hesitation, Mark pulled the trigger, shooting Stephen's hand in an instant.

The astonishing thing was that even after witnessing such bloodshed, the police and military stood like statues, as if they had seen nothing at all.

The guests present there, were well aware of the consequences of someone taking the law into their own hands, in front of police and military.

But, No one there, dared to imagine, who Brixton really was? 

He was the law himself.

At that moment, he was the most powerful man in the world—so powerful that even the law itself was forced to bow before him.

Mrs. Fuller, upon seeing her son's bloody hand, broke into tears and screamed in agony, "MY SON!!!"

She rushed towards the stage, but Brixton's black commandos stepped forward, guns aimed at her and Mr. Fuller, blocking their path.

Both Mr. and Mrs. Fuller froze in fear, their faces pale.

Brixton's blood-red eyes bore into Stephen, his gaze so terrifying it looked like he would devour him alive.

Stephen, who had been arrogant moments ago, was now trembling violently.

He was too scared to even cry out in pain, afraid that any sound he made would anger Brixton further.

Seeing the pure terror in Stephen's eyes, Brixton felt deeply satisfied.

But then, Stephen's words and actions flashed through his mind, and his rage reignited like an inferno.

His voice was cold, sharp, and filled with deadly fury as he gritted out,

"I ignored you once… gave you a chance… but you were never worthy of it."

"How dare you… even think… of touching her with your filthy hands?"

Then, without any hesitation, Brixton turned to Mark and ordered in a chilling tone,

"Mark… Cut off his hand… and take him away from my sight. I'll decide what to do with him later!!!"

Hearing this, Mark responded without a shred of emotion, "Understood, sir."

With a silent nod from Mark, Brixton's bodyguards stepped forward and grabbed Stephen.

Stephen begged for mercy, his voice shaking, but Brixton's world had no place for mercy or kindness.

Neither Mark nor the bodyguards batted an eye—to them, this was just another routine task.

The rest of the guests, however, felt their souls leave their bodies in terror.

First, Brixton's assistant shot Stephen's hand, and now Brixton wanted it cut off entirely—and worse, he wasn't even done with him yet.

The rumors were true.

Brixton Lawrence was cruel. Ruthless. A monster.

Mrs. Fuller was wailing uncontrollably, desperate to save her son.

But Brixton's bodyguards dragged Stephen away while she sobbed helplessly, and Mr. Fuller could do nothing but hold his wife as she broke down.

Brixton's gaze then shifted to Olivia, and her fear had only grown.

Something inside him ached at the sight, but he pushed that feeling aside, angry at himself for not controlling his rage.

Still, he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Then, his sharp eyes landed on Mrs. Valentino, who Olivia was clutching onto tightly.

His voice was cold, emotionless, and commanding to Mrs. Valentino as he said, "Leave her."

The icy tone sent a shiver down Mrs. Valentino's spine.

Even Olivia trembled.

But despite her fear, Mrs. Valentino refused to let go.

Not because she cared about Olivia, but because she knew that as long as she was near Olivia, she was safe.

Although, one more reason was there for Mrs. Valentino's hesitation to let go of Olivia—not because she cared for her, but because Olivia was the key to her fortune. There was no way she would simply let her go.

Myra, on the other hand, was seething with jealousy.

Brixton Lawrence—the most powerful, perfect man—was speaking so gently to Olivia, while he had only looked at her with cold disgust.

"Why do all men become obsessed with Olivia?" Myra thought, her hatred and envy growing.

"We never even let her step outside, and yet somehow, she still manages to steal all the attention!"

Myra, filled with jealousy and hatred, looked at Olivia and thought to herself, "Ugh!!! Why is Olivia so beautiful??? Why do all men go crazy for her the moment they see her… hovering around her like moths to a flame!!!"

Meanwhile, Olivia's grip on Mrs. Valentino tightened.

She was terrified of Brixton and didn't want to let go.

But Brixton noticed Mrs. Valentino's hesitation, that she had no intention of leaving Olivia.

Without another word, he glanced at his bodyguards.

They understood immediately.

Stepping forward, they grabbed Mrs. Valentino and forcibly pulled her away, dragging her toward Mr. Valentino and Myra.

Mrs. Valentino struggled desperately, screaming as she reached for Olivia,

"Let me go!!! I need to be with my daughter!!! Olivia!!!"

Her desperation sounded real, but it wasn't Olivia she was trying to protect—it was herself.

Hearing Mrs. Valentino's cries, Olivia instinctively stepped towards Mrs. Valentino,

Her voice was shaky and fragile as she begged, "Mo-Mom… plea-please… let… let my mo-mom go…"

Brixton grabbed her wrist, pulling her sharply toward him.

She stumbled, colliding into his broad chest with a soft gasp of pain.

Terror consumed her.

She had seen who had grabbed her.

Brixton.

Her heartbeat pounded wildly in her chest.

Brixton could feel her trembling, and his jaw clenched as he looked down at her.

With a gentle touch, he placed his fingers under her chin, tilting her face up.

Her tear-streaked cheeks were flushed, and for a moment, Brixton's heart stopped.

His chest tightened with an unfamiliar pain.

Ignoring the strange ache, he cupped her face in both hands and gently wiped her tears away.

His voice was soft, tender, almost affectionate as he murmured,

"Open your eyes, Little Liv… Look at me."

Brixton had asked Olivia to open her eyes because she had tightly shut them out of fear. 

Meanwhile, everyone was once again shocked to see Brixton speaking to Olivia with such gentleness. Myra, along with the other single girls, burned with jealousy at Olivia's luck.

On the other hand, upon hearing Brixton's words, Olivia's breath hitched.

Little Liv?

Her eyes flew open instantly.

Because only two people had ever called her that.

That also, in her dreams, there was a young couple who always whispered that name to her.

In those dreams, she was only four years old.

And she called that couple Mom and Dad and that couple affectionately called her, Little Liv.

But their faces were always blurred.

One thing she knew for certain—they were not Mr. and Mrs. Valentino.

But till now, she had never understood why she kept having that dream, why she could never see the faces of that couple, and why the four-year-old version of herself in the dream called them Mom and Dad—when her real parents were supposed to be Mr. and Mrs. Valentino, right... Then just Why?

But... "How… does Brixton know that name?" she wondered in shock.

And strangely, the moment she heard him say it,

All her fear disappeared.

Instead, she felt safe.

She felt a strange sense of peace inside her.

Like he would never harm her.

But then, she heard Mrs. Valentino's cries again, begging the guards to let her go.

Olivia hesitated a little, feeling a hint of fear—not of Brixton anymore, but of how he might react to her words. She wasn't sure if he would get angry at her, and that uncertainty made her nervous about speaking up.

Swallowing nervously, Olivia looked up at Brixton with innocent, pleading eyes and whispered hesitantly, "Mi-Mister Law-Lawrence… plea-please… let my mo-mom go…"

Brixton placed a finger on her trembling lips, silencing her instantly.

His voice was low, firm, and absolute as he said,

"Shhh, Little Liv… Don't call her 'Mom.'"

"She is not your mother."

Silence.

Olivia froze.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Mr. and Mrs. Valentino's faces twisted in horror.

Their expressions paled as if their darkest secret had just been exposed.

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How does Brixton know about Olivia's nickname in dreams, "Little Liv"?

Who is the couple in Olivia's Dreams, and why does she call them Mom and Dad?

How is Olivia Mrs. Valentino's key to her fortune?

Why does Brixton say that Mrs. Valentino is not Olivia's mother?

What is the connection between Olivia and Brixton that he is so gentle to Olivia?

To be continued...

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