Chapter 511

Blood splattered across the mirror. Her eyes widened as she stared at the bloodstains on the glass. In the reflection, she saw Tyler standing in the doorway.

She whipped around, her face going pale. “Tyler? You—”

Tyler’s fists were still clenched, a twisted, mocking smile curling his lips. “So, that woman’s your aunt, huh? I see.”

Olivia’s already pale face went even whiter, her chest tightening with panic.

“Tyler, listen. I—” she stammered, trying to explain herself.

“Shut up, Olivia,” Tyler yelled, cutting her off. “If you say one more word, I swear to God, I’ll kill you.”

So much had happened lately. The Hart Group was cornered. Chad had a mistress who gave birth to twins. Catlin hurt the mistress and ended up in prison. And that mistress was Olivia’s aunt. Olivia even caused a car accident that nearly killed Stephanie.

Tyler couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at the whole mess. It was all so messed up and so ironic.

“Olivia, you’re such a heartless snake. You’re sick like this because you deserve it. This is your karma,” Tyler snapped, disgust dripping from his voice.

Olivia’s chest tightened, and her eyes went wide. She was unable to process what she just heard as she stared at him.

Did he really just say that? Karma? she thought.

Tyler sneered, fury building inside him. “You deserve to die. The one person in this whole family who deserves to die the most is you, you bitch.”

Olivia’s heart slammed in her chest. What? Did he just say that I deserve to die? she thought, stunned.

‘How could you say that? We grew up together! And now you’re cursing me like this?’ she asked, her voice trembling.

‘Does he really mean it? Has he really forgotten everything we’ve been through? We’ve always been close. How can he just throw that away for Stephanie?’ she thought.

As soon as she mentioned growing up together, Tyler’s face twisted with even more disgust. “Get out. Right now. I never want to see you again,” he snarled.

Olivia’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What?!” she gasped.

“Leave. You don’t even deserve to be part of this family. Just leave,” Tyler shouted, his anger boiling over.

Thinking about how the Hart family ended up in this mess because of Stephanie and Olivia made Tyler sick. If he had never gotten involved with Stephanie, none of this would have happened. And now, Olivia’s aunt was the one giving his father a pair of twins. That was the breaking point for him.

Olivia saw the anger in Tyler’s face and the way his jaw clenched. It was clear he wasn’t kidding. Her eyes welled with tears. “What am I supposed to do now? Where can I even go in this state?” she asked, her voice small.

“Are you seriously going to let me die out there?” she asked quietly.

If she was kicked out now, she knew she wouldn’t survive the night.

The words “die out there” hit Tyler like a punch to the gut.

But when he thought about the mess the Hart family was in, he took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, his gaze was colder than ever. “This isn’t your home. You don’t belong here,” he said.

Without another word, he stormed into Olivia’s room. He yanked open her closet, ripping out her clothes and tossing them out the window without a second thought.

At that, Olivia’s face went pale. She screamed, her voice breaking. “No, don’t. Please don’t!” she cried out.

But Tyler was out of his mind with rage, completely ignoring the pain in his arm. He tossed everything she had out the window in a frenzy.

Olivia tried to stop him, but as she stepped forward, she was knocked to the floor by Tyler, who was holding her things. The impact knocked the air out of her, and she couldn’t get back on her feet. She could only scream in hopelessness, her voice full of desperation. “Please, Tyler. Don’t do this. Please, don’t do this to me.”

But no matter how much she begged, the Tyler who once treated her like a princess and fought for her even against Stephanie, was gone. Now he was cold, distant, and unfeeling.

It felt like the whole house was falling apart, the chaos vibrating through every inch of the Hart residence.

On the plane, Stephanie was sound asleep as she curled up in Sebastian’s arms with her head resting on his neck. She’d been so tired when they boarded the flight earlier.

Sebastian was on the phone, but when he saw that Stephanie had fallen asleep, he lowered his voice. “Mm, let’s leave it at that,” he said.

Before the person on the other end could reply, he hung up. He handed his phone to Elliot, then picked up Stephanie and headed straight for the lounge.

Macro, who was trailing behind Elliot, made a face and mumbled under his breath. “Look at this. She’s totally spoiled.”

It was clear he was still fuming about Sebastian planning to send him to the Moalee Desert.

Elliot caught the bitterness in Macro’s tone. He glanced over his shoulder and shot him a look. “You should be thankful it’s just the Moalee Desert,” Elliot said, sounding almost amused.

Macro raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

Elliot smirked. “You know Mr. Giovanni would do anything for Ms. Giovanni. Anything.”

Macro thought, ‘Sending me to the Moalee Desert is bad enough. He’s out of his mind!’