She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

Damian's POV

"So the surprise you invited tonight was Scarlett Fuller?"

Oliver gives me his icon smirk: "You said you wanted to get to know her while looking into whether she's the real Alice, no? So, I invited both of them." And neither of them showed up.

Waited late into the night, Oliver finally began to get nervous. Taking the time to rest, I close my eyes so I don't have to see his guilty look.

"That's weird..." Oliver mumbles to himself, but makes it loud enough for me to hear, "I was so sure that at least Scarlett Fuller would come..."Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

I can't help my laugh escaping me, and Oliver hits me on the shoulder with red ears.

"What?!" I laugh at him, "You have met them like what, twice?? What makes you so sure that--"

"I saw her eyes!" Oliver cuts me off with solemn look, "I recognize a clean look in them, it's like...like someone who maintains her innocence after seeing real darkness...I don't know how to describe it, but I just feel her, okay?!" Seeing my taunting nod his solemnness turns into sult and he hits me again. I didn't even say anything!

"You realize there is a chance that she might just be a randomly adopted girl whose blood type is really AB, right?" I tease him. I don't understand why Oliver is so interested in that girl. I have slight prosopagnosia when it comes to women, and I can barely tell them apart before I know them well.

Not Lilith. Her face is one that caught my attention at first sight and one that I could never forget. I think that's partly why I was so attracted to her.

"But what about her eyes? You said your mom had purple eyes. Do you see that on everyone, too?" Oliver lights up as I stomped on his tail, "And the red hair that looks exactly like Uncle Johnny?! I mean, how could you not see--"

He purses his lips, glancing at me with his eyes narrowed.

I can't help laughing out loud and he blows up: "You do see! You already knew?! You knew it was her and not Ava Fuller??! You bastard!!! I--"

"I really didn't, still don't actually,"

Laughing hard, raise both of my

hands or I fear his fist would land on my face, "Ava Fuller is the right age with the right blood type, and she had the necklace. I have seen cases where the adopted parents get the kids plastic surgeries just to eliminate the chance of them being recognized by their real parents, so."

"So what?!" Oliver rolls his eyes.

"So," I sigh at my hot-tempered brother, "I want a DNA test before I rush into things, okay? Besides, I want to make sure that she wants to come back home."

"You mean if she DESERVES to be a Vanderbilt," Oliver snorts coldly.

"I mean, I don't mind splitting whatever heritage I might be able to get. I'd split with you, you know that. But I do care if she might hurt Dad, again. Between her being alive but a person he can't love, I'd rather Alice stay as a perfect daughter that is dead to him." Oliver sits down slowly, grumbling: "I guess you are right...We should take it slowly."

One day every year Dad would disappear on ys, attending to his wound that he doesn't want us to know that's still open -- the day when he lost his beloved wife and his cute little daughter. He didn't want that to influence me and Oliver, so that ritual never included us. But I know how much it still hurts him.

He didn't blame me for what happened. He should. I was playing with his phone, and a woman named "Anna" sent him a message saying "I'm going to divorce him, will your still marry me?” I deleted that message, and I told Mom that Dad was having an affair. Mom and Dad got into a huge fight, and that was why she left traveling on her own. She took only Alice with her because

I had school.

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I wish I didn't. I should have died with them.

Never had a day passed where I didn't regret what I did. I will not rush into even one judgment in my life, never again. I paid too huge a price for that, I cost Dad hugely, and I hurt the three people I care about the most in this world. I guess they are not coming today..." Oliver keeps his eyes on the door like a giraffe, "Maybe we should--wait, is that...isn't that your little pet?!"

I shoot my sight in the direction he points, and I see Lilith in a short black skirt with a plate full of drinks, serving a table close.