Page 77 of Reckless Billionaire's Ruthless Claim

Olivia smirked, eyes gleaming with mockery. "What’s wrong? Panicking already? Did Sawyer finally cut you off? Are you scared you’ll have to beg for pennies on the street now?"

Ellie scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Oh, I get it now… you’re burning with jealousy."

At once, Olivia’s face turned pale. "Why would I be jealous of a beggar?"

Ellie smirk widened. "I can see it. Isn't it because of Sawyer? Even after shamelessly giving him a ring and proposing to him in a bar full of people, he still didn’t take you home, did he? And now you're scared. Is that it?"

"It's only a matter of time before he throws you out!" Olivia growled. "You're just my replacement—don't you fucking forget that, beggar!"

Ellie leaned in, her voice laced with pure amusement. "And yet, I’m the one living in the Stark house, sleeping in his bed, while you’re standing here, seething, watching from afar. So much so that you had to blacklist me just to keep me out of your sight. Because, once again—you’re jealous.Not so easy for you, huh?"

"You don’t have to worry about that," Olivia sneered. "I loathe your fucking face. That’s why you’re banned!"

Ellie let out a sharp laugh. "And yet, my face is still better than yours. What are you even proud of?" Her eyes gleamed with mockery. "Oh, right—I almost forgot. Your entire face is plastic, isn’t it? It’s not just your eyebrows. You got your whole face done just to look human." Ellie tilted her head, her smile widening. "Are you even the real Olivia? I overheard your parents the other day—they said they don’t even recognize you anymore.""

The moment the words left her mouth, she saw Olivia’s face go pale.

Ellie’s smirk faltered, replaced by shock. Wait...

"So it’s true," she murmured, her voice eerily calm. "Oh my god… you’re not the real Olivia, are you? You’re someone else who got plastic surgery to look like her?"

Before she could process the shock, Olivia lunged at her—like a wild animal, eyes blazing with desperation.

A flash of silver caught Ellie’s eye. A knife?

"What the fuck?!" Ellie jumped back, her heart pounding. "Are you out of your damn mind?!"

But Olivia wasn’t thinking anymore, she was panicking. Grabbing a knife from the fruit tray, she charged at Ellie.

The only thought consuming her was—Ellie knows the truth. She has figured it out.

She had fought too hard for this life.

Befriending Olivia in college. Slowly learning how perfect her world was—a rich heiress, a powerful and devoted fiancé, loving parents, a life of luxury.

She had wanted it for herself.

And Olivia had made it too easy. Too trusting. Too naive. Too blind to the betrayal creeping up on her.

But now, everything was falling apart.

The real Olivia was supposed to be dead! She had burnt her alive with her own hands!

If Ellie recovered her memories, it would be over. She would lose everything.

Her grip on the knife tightened. She had to get rid of Ellie—at any cost.

But just as she lunged again, she saw movement over Ellie’s shoulder. Jessica and Jack had just entered the house.

In a split second, Olivia switched tactics. Instead of stabbing Ellie, she turned the knife on herself—slicing her own hand before letting it clatter to the floor—right at Ellie’s feet. Then she screamed.

"STOP! What are you doing?! Please—It’s just a job! Don’t kill me!"

The scene unfolded in seconds.

Jessica and Jack bolted toward them, their faces stricken with panic.

Jack rushed to Olivia, cradling her in his arms. Jessica, shaking with rage, shoved Ellie back and kicked the knife away.

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