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Selene stepped out of her black Bentley, dressed in a silk sapphire-blue shirt gown. Her heavy makeup was effortlessly perfected, making her facial features appear flawless. A pair of sunglasses perched on her face, shielding her eyes from the blazing sun as she strode into one of the most beautiful shopping malls in town. The heat was intense, but her sunglasses did justice, providing the much-needed protection.
Always presenting herself at her best, she carried an air of sophistication, posing as a hostess from a prominent background. "Royal Signature," one of the top-notch shopping malls, was known for its high standards and exceptional customer service. Selene, who was quite picky about where she shopped, had heard endless praises from outsiders about this place. Today, she decided to experience it for herself.
A female staff member, dressed immaculately in her uniform, rushed over to her upon seeing her from afar. The shopping mall was well-equipped with a variety of household appliances, adding to the luxurious and furnished style of the space. Items such as home appliances, groceries, beverages, and food supplies were carefully categorized into sections, making the experience feel like a tour. Each section was well-structured, leading seamlessly to another. Every item was meticulously arranged in a way that was most appealing to customers.
One by one, customers left with their neatly packaged purchases, while new shoppers streamed in. "This is amazing," Selene thought to herself. The CEO of this company must be swimming in wealth. She observed as people lined up at the cashier, then moved to the packing section, where goods were carefully packaged. The efficiency of the entire process fascinated her.
She had long dreamed of owning such a business—one where she could generate significant income and employ a team to manage sales and operations. But unfortunately, her capital was nowhere near enough for such an ambitious venture. Disappointment clouded her expression. At home, they were barely getting by, and her husband was struggling with his business. How could she possibly turn this idea into reality?
Then, a spark of realization flashed in her eyes. "There is a way. Tania is my ticket to hitting this jackpot. All this time, I've been racking my brain for help when I had one right beside me."
"Perfect." She applauded herself, a smug grin forming on her lips.
"Ma'am, which section would you like to shop in today? Do you need my assistance, or will you be fine on your own?" a professional staff member inquired.
Selene was about to respond when a familiar voice interrupted.
"Medley, go on with your duties. I'll attend to her. She is a close relative of mine," Olivia stated politely.
"Oh, is that so? If that's the case, I shall take my leave." Medley excused herself to attend to other customers.
"Holy Moses..."
"What is she doing here?" Selene thought to herself, her body stiffening in shock.
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Meanwhile, the scenery outside grew more familiar as the car drove closer.
"What's going on? Where are you taking me?" Tania questioned impatiently.
"Calm down. I'm taking you home to get your things."
"My things?"
"Your belongings," Olsen cut in sharply.
"Why? And who gave you the right to make such a decision for me?" Tania flared up, demanding an answer.
Olsen pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. "Look, we're running out of time. I have something important to attend to later today, but I'll make sure to brief you on the changes regarding this nominal marriage."
"Changes? What changes?" The words formed on Tania's lips, but she hesitated. After all, he had promised to explain later. Silently, she watched as he took another route leading to her apartment to retrieve her belongings.
The black sleek car pulled up in front of her complex. Olsen stepped out first, then helped Tania out in a gentlemanly manner.
Rows of apartment buildings stood tightly packed along the street, leaving little to no space in between. Tania's apartment was slightly apart from the others. Olsen followed behind as she walked toward the entrance, but she didn't notice him.
As they got closer, his heart ached for her. This place was merely a shelter—somewhere to sleep and store belongings—but it could never be called a home. The conditions were barely livable. He could only imagine how ruthless the landlords were, collecting high rent for substandard buildings with no proper ventilation. It was a hazard waiting to happen.
Olsen made a mental note to contact the building agency in charge of inspections. This place needed to be demolished, and a proper residential building should take its place. People deserved better living conditions; no one should have to live in such an unhealthy environment.
Tania opened the door to grab her belongings when a blurry figure obstructed the light from outside.
"Olsen..." she winced in surprise. "Did you walk all the way here?"
"Yeah, I followed behind," he replied casually.
The small two-bedroom apartment felt cramped, making it difficult for Olsen to move freely. Due to his height, he had to bend slightly to enter. His deep-set eyes scanned the space—the wall frames, the modest décor, and the small flower arrangement in the corner of the sitting area. Though tiny, the place had a cozy and warm atmosphere.
"The little lady sure knows how to style her place," he thought to himself.
"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back," Tania said before dashing into her room.
Back at Royal Signature, Selene was still in shock, barely able to form words. It was as if she had lost the ability to speak.
"Have you seen a ghost or something?" Olivia asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
Selene quickly regained her composure and smiled warmly. "Dear, it's been such a long time! What are you doing in a place like this?"
"You were spacing out just now. And that question should be for you. This isn't just any place—it's a high-end shopping mall, not easily acquired. I hope you understand," Olivia stated firmly.
Touching the bridge of her nose in embarrassment, Selene stammered, "I'm sorry if my words sounded offensive. I just wasn't expecting to see you here." Beneath her fake smile, she tried to play nice.
But Olivia, sharp as ever, saw right through her act. Not buying it, she lashed out. "Are you implying that a place like this is meant only for people like you—who do nothing but flaunt themselves, pretending to be something they're not?"
Selene flinched as if she had been slapped. She hadn't expected Olivia to be so direct. Of course, Olivia held a grudge against her for the affair she had with her husband, Ansley. And Olivia had never been one to let things slide. They were sworn enemies.
"I know you can't forgive me for my affair with your husband, but harassing me in public is uncalled for," Selene hissed. "You chose to stay with Ansley despite knowing his heart belonged to someone else. You're no different from me—you only care about his wealth. That's why you couldn't divorce him. If you truly wanted to, you would have. But you won't, because you know leaving him would only make room for someone else."
Olivia let out a cold laugh. "You really do deserve an award for your storytelling. I never knew you were so good at spinning tales. News flash—in your dreams will I ever leave Ansley for you. You lost him first because of your selfishness. I never stole him from you. And let's be clear—if he really loved you, why didn't he marry you? Instead, you were reduced to nothing more than a cheap fling, not even worthy of the title 'mistress.'"
"How dare you!" Selene barked, charging toward Olivia.
"Security, get this deranged woman out of my sight. She's causing a scene, and I don't like it," Olivia commanded.
"At your service, ma'am." Four security guards approached Selene. Realizing her mistake, regret washed over her—but it was too late.
"What?! Olivia owns this shopping mall? How is that even possible?" Selene muttered in disbelief.
"Why not? Her husband is one of the wealthiest tycoons in Imperial City. Owning a mall like this is nothing to him," a bystander whispered.
Defeated, Selene bowed her head in shame. No matter what, Olivia was still the legally recognized wife. And she? She was nothing but a laughingstock.
"Don't touch me! I can walk on my own!" she yelled as she stormed out in disgrace.
Olivia chuckled as she watched Selene humiliate herself. Satisfied, she placed an official order: Selene was hereby banned from the mall.