Olivia's Comfort in Brixton's Embrace

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Brixton was smiling brightly, reminiscing about his childhood moments with Olivia. But then, Olivia's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

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Olivia asked Brixton with immense pain, "Mr. Lawrence... tell me more about my mom and dad... and why did Mr. Valentino kidnap me? And if they killed my parents… why did they torture me like this? Why didn't they just kill me like they did my mom and dad? And what was their enmity with my family???"

Even though Olivia was still shocked that Brixton had known her since childhood—and that she had been the kind of mischievous child who had given him a nickname to get her way—but right now, her priority was to learn about her parents.

Seeing the pain in Olivia's eyes and hearing her question, Brixton understood just how much she had suffered in these past seventeen years that she had spent with the fake Valentino family.

This realization made Brixton's heart ache terribly, and guilt consumed him—why had he not found her sooner?

But his resolve to give that fake Valentino a Painful and Heart-wrenching punishment became even stronger.

Without thinking, he pulled Olivia into his arms, holding her tightly so she could feel safe in his embrace, hoping to lessen her pain.

Olivia was utterly shocked by this sudden hug from Brixton, but for some reason, in his arms, she felt an unfamiliar sense of comfort.

It was as if she belonged there—as if she shared an unbreakable bond with him.

A part of her wished, she could stay in this embrace forever.

What was even more heartwarming was the sound of Brixton's heartbeat in her ears.

The steady rhythm made Olivia close her eyes in peace.

It felt like those heartbeats were whispering something to her, calling out her name.

This sensation was so soothing that Olivia finally wrapped her own arms around Brixton's back, holding him tightly.

She rested her head against his chest, right over his heart, and just listened.

When Brixton realized what Olivia had done, a deep sense of happiness filled him—it meant that Olivia was finally beginning to trust him.

But then, he suddenly remembered something that didn't sit well with him.

Olivia had called him Mr. Lawrence.

He hated the way that sounded.

It was too formal, too distant.

He didn't want her to behave so formally with him.

So, still holding Olivia close, Brixton gently stroked her hair and spoke in an incredibly soft and gentle tone.

"Little Liv... can you stop calling me Mr. Lawrence and call me Brixie like you used to in childhood? I have been longing to hear that nickname from you for the past seventeen years… And besides, we were friends back then, right? So, why this formality between friends?"

As Brixton admitted this, his eyes welled up with unshed tears, and his voice carried a deep pain.

Because only he knew just how much he had missed Olivia over the years.

Hearing his request, a sweet smile appeared on Olivia's lips.

But at the same time, an unspoken sadness and pain rose in her heart as she felt the pain in Brixton's voice.

However, the warmth of their reunion overpowered the pain of the past seventeen years.

For someone like Olivia—who probably hadn't truly smiled in years—this moment felt extraordinary.

For years, she had been lost in silence, trapped in the shadows of an unbearable life.

But now, in just a few moments with Brixton, the wounds inflicted by that fake Valentino family had already begun to heal.

She slowly opened her deep ocean-blue eyes, looking straight into Brixton's crystal-clear light brown gaze—and in that moment, she got lost in them.

For the first time in her life, she saw genuine warmth in someone's eyes when they looked at her.

No cruelty!!! No hatred!!! Just pure warmth!!!

Brixton, too, couldn't take his eyes off Olivia.

Seeing her smile—something he hadn't witnessed since they reunited—completely captivated him.

When he had found her, she had been terrified and broken.

But now, seeing her relaxed and smiling, Brixton wanted to memorize this sight forever.

His intense gaze remained locked on Olivia, as if he never wanted to look away.

Then, with an even brighter smile, Olivia looked at Brixton with innocent eyes and softly said,

"Okay, Brixie!!!"

Hearing his childhood nickname from Olivia's lips again, Brixton felt an indescribable sense of peace.

The immense pain of the past seventeen years seemed to release itself in a single tear that rolled down his cheek.

But he quickly wiped it away, replacing it with a gentle smile as he lovingly whispered,

"Thank you, Little Liv... thank you so much!!!"

Hearing this, Olivia was confused.

Why was Brixton thanking her?

Shouldn't she be the one thanking him?

After all, he had saved her from that monster, Stephen.

Just as she was about to speak, Brixton read her mind.

He knew what she was thinking.

But he didn't want to hear her thank him—because he had never done any of this as a favor.

Olivia was far too special for him to ever let her feel that way.

Instead, Brixton decided to answer her earlier question.

With a serious but calm tone, he explained,

"Little Liv… that Valentino family you lived with? They were fake."

"You are the only rightful heir of the real Valentino family."

"Your father, Mr. Donald Valentino, and your mother, Mrs. Trista Valentino, built the entire Valentino empire from the ground up."

"That man, Michael? He was just your father's assistant."

"He was an orphan, and your father was kind enough to give him his last name, to treat him like family."

"But Michael had his eyes set on your family's wealth."

"So, he orchestrated your father's car accident."

"You, your mom, and your dad—all three of you were in that car."

"But… your parents didn't actually die in the accident."

"They were rushed to the hospital."

"Michael's real plan was to claim the entire Valentino empire and take control of the family assets."

"But when he found out that your father had named YOU as the sole heir and even prepared a will beforehand, and that you would only inherit everything once you got married, he changed his plan."

"That's why they kept you alive all these years—hidden away from the world."

"Because they knew that if I or your grandparents ever found out that you were still alive, we would have taken you away from them and destroyed their plans."

"And today… I finally did."

"But Liv… they murdered your parents at the hospital."

"I only found out about this today after I had an investigation done."

"All these years, we had believed that Uncle Donald and Aunt Trista had died in the accident."

"And we believed… you had died too."

As Olivia listened carefully, tears streamed down her face.

Her entire family… Her entire life... was taken from her.

The very people she had spent her life calling her parents… were actually her parents' murderers.

They had destroyed everything—her dreams, her childhood, her entire life, and her entire happy family—just for money.

Was this what money did to people?

Could people really kill for it so easily?

Could a human life really be worth so little?

Olivia had always been too innocent to understand how cruel the world could be.

She didn't know that money could turn brother against brother… that a son could throw his own parents out of the house for it.

But now… she understood.

She also understood why those fake parents of hers were so desperate to marry her off.

This was also for that damn "Money".

She couldn't stop crying.

Feeling her body tremble with sobs, Brixton gently rubbed her back, silently comforting her.

He didn't say anything—he knew that no words could ease the pain she was feeling.

All he could do… was be there.

He let her cry as much as she needed—because he knew she had been holding this pain inside for far too long.

He just wanted to offer Olivia his shoulder at that moment, so she could rest her head, cry freely, and lighten her heart.

He knew that shedding tears would ease Olivia's pain; otherwise, her heart would remain burdened.

His own heart was breaking, seeing Olivia cry so much, because for him, his Little Liv was the princess, who deserve only to be pampered, and be showered with happiness.

Pain and cries were not for her, but today she was crying so badly and this princess in his heart lead a life of unbearable pain, away from her family and loved ones.

How possibly, could she have endured all those years in that torture?

Brixton somehow, managed to hold himself together.

Once she finally calmed down, Olivia looked up at Brixton with her teary, ocean-blue eyes. Still sniffling, she whispered in a soft, broken voice,

"Do you know Brixie… that fake Mrs. Valentino… she was so cruel… so, so cruel…?"

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What that fake Mrs. Valentino did to Olivia that, she was addressing her to be so cruel?

What will be Brixton's reaction after hearing about Olivia's sufferings?

How will the meeting of Olivia with Her Grandparents go?

How will they react upon meeting Olivia?

Will Olivia get back her memories?

To be continued...

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