1 She's Dead (1)
{World A}
"What???????" Olivia screamed and sprung up from the bed like a five years old kid that was throwing a tantrum.
Her milky straight shoulders raised high, as she crossed her arms across her chest and pouted her lips at the two couples standing beside her bed.
President Smith. A man in his late fifties, with dark brown hair and jet black eyes that usually look sharp and scary when controlling his cooperation, could be seen giving his daughter a pitiful expression right now.
"Baby please. I bought you the car you requested for. Why are you suddenly going back on your promise when you know how Important this event was?" He asked and slowly lifted his hands and placed them on Olivia's shoulders, giving her a searching look.
"My beautiful baby, please consider us. You can ask whatever you want after the event. Daddy and I will do it." Laura also added.
Laura is a woman in her early fifty, with a short black hair that barely passed her shoulders and light brown eyes. She was beautiful and looked younger than her age, with a little resemblance to Olivia.
Hearing what her mother said, Olivia raised her brows and relaxed her pouted lips. "You mean anything?" She asked and both couples nodded their heads.
"Your limousine daddy?" She asked and the couple didn't think twice before nodding their heads again.
They knew that if she was keen on not leaving her room, no one could talk her out of it.
"I will be down in an hour." Olivia said.
"Baby no! We only have an hour left, before the event started. We've been begging you to get up for over 30 minutes now." Her mother said.
"Are you complaining, mommy?" Olivia asked with a threatening gaze, indicating that there was still enough time for her to change her mind.
"Of course not. Take your time, dear." Her father said and both couples left immediately.
The moment they shut the door, Olivia's eyes brightened, her full lips separated to expose the white set of teeth underneath.
"Limousine baby!" She screamed in excitement and reached for her mobile phone.
She opened her Instagram and uploaded the photo of the car, after typing 'Olivia's new baby from Daddy'.
Comment flooded in immediately, as if they've been expecting it.
Taking her sweet time, she spent 30 minutes liking comments and replying to some reasonable comments, before getting prepared for the event.
....
Inside an elegant banquet hall, where the big shots of business world were all gathered, each sitting around their tables with their companions, while waiting for the host to announce the beginning of the charity ball.
Most of them were present out of no choice. They don't understand why they have to attend the ball, when they could just forward some revenue to the orphanage.
While, most came to mingle with people with much influence than they possessed, to strengthen their connections.
The latter was the reason why a family of three, who sat elegantly around a white covered table was there.
This family was none other than the Smith's. Olivia had her usual arrogant aura surrounding her.
She was dressed in a smokey red tube gown, which hugged her tall slender figure tightly, with a split that starts from her thigh area, down to the ending of the gown, which kisses the floor, while exposing her milky model-like legs that crossed to make the split parted intentionally and showcase what was underneath.
Her hair was styled in a bouncing curl, cascading on her bare shoulders, while a beautiful multi layer swarovski necklace in a choker form, donned her neck, down to her slightly exposed cleavages.
The silver glittering of the swarovski could be blinding if one were to stare at it, while the sun was at its peak and Olivia standing under it.
Her lips that were painted in flashy red lip sticks, pouted, making the fullness of it more attractive as if calling the onlookers to come and have a taste.
This is a charity event and most dressed simply, but Olivia would never mind such. Her parents were against the outfit before they left the house, but after threatening them that she would return to her room and sleep, she got an encouraging hug and here she was, being the center of attraction.
The young CEOs in the room, mostly the play boys, had their eyes on her cleavage, as well as her long spotless slim legs that were exposed, due to her legs crossing.
This includes the older ones, who were stealing glances, and being careful not to get caught by their wives and children.
Olivia remained unfazed by the intense stare on her. Her long butterfly wings-like lashes fluttered constantly, as if calling their attention to feed their eyes of her beautiful face, that was dolled up with makeup, making her look ridiculously stunning.
Yes! She liked getting all the attention, yet wouldn't tolerate a pass on her. They are free to look but shouldn't think about touching.
....
Meanwhile.
Inside a luxurious mansion, a man named Harry, light green eyes and jelled black hair, was seen sitting inside a big spacious living room.
His eyes looked malicious, as he was getting reports from the guys he sent to assassinate Olivia at the event.
He was Smith's younger brother, Olivia's uncle.
A young beautiful girl around Olivia's age was massaging his shoulders with the same evil glint like Harry's, flashing in her eyes.
She had long blonde hair and a very mature face, unlike Olivia's innocent one.
She was Harry's daughter, Alicia.
"Everything was set, sir." The voice on the other end said.
"Don't make a mistake. Kill that bastard!" Harry growled.
