Gordon Towers.

From early in the morning, Grace Gordon had been compulsively refreshing Olivia Young’s social feed.

When he still hadn’t seen anything by noon, his heart finally began to settle—until, suddenly, a new post popped up.

It was a photo of Olivia Young’s marriage certificate. She’d deliberately covered up the groom’s face with her finger. The caption read: 'May I find someone to grow old with, never to part.' ❤

His face darkened instantly, a storm brewing in his eyes as he strode out of the office.

Annabelle Winters had also spent all day anxiously waiting for the notice that she was being fired.

But she’d been to the office twice today, and Grace Gordon hadn’t so much as glanced at her.

It was as if he’d completely forgotten that he’d mistaken her for Olivia Young last night—and even kissed her.

She watched from outside as Grace Gordon left in a cloud of anger.

She didn’t know what had happened, but as long as she wasn’t getting fired, she was determined to hold onto this job.

A high-paying job like this doesn't just fall into your lap.

The job market is brutal right now!

——

"Mom~"

"Dearest Mom, even though I married Frederick Fairfax, can’t I still live at home?"

The thought of moving into Frederick Fairfax’s place felt uncomfortable!

Nowhere would be as cozy as her own home.

Olivia Young clung to Sophia Sinclair's arm, pouting and whining like a spoiled kitten.

"I’m totally a mommy’s girl—I can't leave my mom."

Sophia Sinclair couldn’t bear to see her beloved daughter leave, either. If her son-in-law didn’t mind, she’d have preferred for Olivia Young to keep living at home.

"Why don’t I give him a call and ask?"

Olivia Young nodded vigorously.

Call!

She made the call, and the Fairfax family said they’d send someone to pick Olivia Young up.

Olivia Young: ???

If she’d known, she definitely wouldn't have made that call.

This time, it was Sir Fairfax himself who sent people to collect her.

The house was suddenly busy again, everyone helping Olivia Young pack her things.

Uncle Lee bustled around as he packed, wiping tears from his eyes. "Miss, you just got home—I can’t bear to see you go…"

Olivia Young wanted to cry too. She didn’t want to leave her mom and dad.

And her annoying little brother.

Since expectant mothers are supposed to keep a good mood, Olivia Young chose not to watch. She sneaked out to the garden to listen to music and do some prenatal bonding with her baby.

In the original novel, there was no baby, and she never married Frederick Fairfax. Everything was unfolding so differently—surely the ending would change too, right?

"Baby," she murmured, "even if your dad and I don’t love each other, even if you came as a surprise—Mom is going to love you so much."

"I just want you to be born healthy and safe, and grow up happy and bright."

"Sis!"

"Sis—"

Olivia Young’s heart skipped a beat at the sudden shout. She fluttered her lashes and turned to see a very tall young man rushing toward her.

"Sis—"

Quentin Young barreled at her, scooping her into a big bear hug.

Olivia Young’s heart was still thumping, and she struggled out of his grip. "Let go, let go—I’m pregnant! You’re squishing my belly!"

Quentin Young recoiled instantly, gaping anxiously at her baby bump.

He'd known about it, but seeing it for himself was a whole different thing.

"What right does that bastard Frederick Fairfax have to marry you? He’s not worthy of my beautiful, stunning, world-class sister!"

"Look at this ugly photo of his! I totally object to you marrying him!"

Quentin Young brandished a picture on his phone: Frederick Fairfax, disheveled and bruised, blood smudged on a torn shirt, hammer clutched in hand—a still from some dramatic scene.

"Sis, look! Aren’t you going to have nightmares after marrying him?"

Olivia Young burst out laughing.

"That’s just a still from his drama, isn’t it?"

"Exactly! But this is what he looks like to get that ugly on camera!" Quentin Young leaned down. "Sis, it doesn’t matter if that man dies or vanishes—I can take care of you!"

Olivia Young gazed at her brother—tall, healthy, sprinting over to her—her nose stung and her eyes brimmed with tears.

In the original story, Quentin Young was run over and paralyzed, ending up in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

Her little brother, once a head taller than her, would forever be looking up at her from below.

Just thinking about it made her chest ache.

It hurt even more now seeing him in the flesh.

The Fairfax family—it was settled. She would go.

Even if Frederick Fairfax barely appeared in the novel, his family had wealth and power stretching back a century—far more than Grace Gordon’s background.

So what if Frederick Fairfax’s personality wasn’t great? His status and money more than made up for it.

"Does your big sis need you to take care of her?" Olivia Young teased, pulling him down to sit beside her. "Marrying him serves my own purposes."

Quentin Young’s disapproval was obvious from his scowl, but he obediently sat down anyway.

If she told him he was just a character in a book, would it be too cruel?

"I had a dream, Qingsong. I dreamed that I got tangled up with Grace Gordon, his secretary, and my supposed replacement, and in the end, it destroyed the whole family. The dream felt too real—I can’t take that risk."

"Sis, I don’t get it. If you want to avoid Grace Gordon, there are plenty of ways—why go this far?"

"It’s the only way to break free forever. You don’t understand what kind of man he really is." Olivia Young ruffled his hair. "You’re still young—don’t frown so much. It ruins your handsome looks!"

Twenty-one and still a ray of sunshine.

"Sis…"

"Sis, I get it better than you! I’m a guy too! Grace Gordon goes for stand-ins and can’t make up his mind—let’s just not bother with him!"

"Exactly, so I didn’t. I married Frederick Fairfax instead," Olivia Young smiled mischievously. "For his looks, obviously."

Quentin Young scrolled through his phone, showing off other photos of Frederick Fairfax.

Emmmm… Actually...

This brother-in-law was pretty handsome.

"Just a hair beneath me, though," Quentin Young said, narcissistically. "But sis… do you actually like him?"

"Of course I do."

She could play along, for now, as insurance for escaping the plot.

But liking him or not really didn’t matter.

"So you really did fall for me at first sight, huh?~"

In the sunshine, Frederick Fairfax strolled over, dressed in a custom-tailored black suit that showed off his long legs and upright posture. There was a playful smile on his lips, and a glimmer of mischief buried deep in his dark, gem-like eyes.

That night at the masquerade, it was those captivating eyes—the kind they call 'peach blossom eyes'—that had bewitched Olivia Young.

Eyes dark as black diamonds.

With the mood lighting and the mystery of masks, his allure had been magnetic—making her want to get closer, to linger, to plant a kiss.

She’d actually kissed his eyelid that night.

Quentin Young sprang up, protectively spreading his arms in front of Olivia Young like a mother hen. "What do you want?"

Frederick Fairfax ignored him and addressed Olivia Young directly, resigned, "Grandfather sent me."

Honestly, if you wanted to rein in Frederick Fairfax, all you needed was Sir Fairfax.

Olivia Young smiled politely, "Grandfather is too considerate, sending you to fetch me himself."

Afraid she wouldn’t come and miss the chance to 'ward off bad luck' for Frederick Fairfax, probably.

"Are you packed yet?"

"No idea. The staff are still working on it."

Frederick Fairfax had noticed the massive moving truck at the gate as soon as he arrived. "My place has everything. No need to pack so much."

Olivia Young replied coolly, "Are you sure you’ve got women’s clothes, shoes, bags, and jewelry? Skin care and toiletries, too? Frederick Fairfax, have you brought a lot of girls home before?"

Sliding on his sunglasses, Frederick Fairfax flopped down in a chair. "Let them keep packing."

Quentin Young glared daggers at Frederick Fairfax, fuming at how relaxed he was. "Sis, seriously, what’s the use of having a husband like that? If it were me, I’d promise to buy you anything, and for the baby…"

Olivia Young:!!!

Wait a minute—when did her little brother learn how to sweet talk? Has he been dating in secret?