Claimed by the CEO I Forgot

Olivia Harper touched her bleeding forehead as consciousness gradually returned to her by the rooftop pool of Crown Hotel.

"Are you still alive?" James Kent's cold gaze fixed on her.

Olivia stared at James blankly.

James raised an eyebrow and continued, "Isabella is kind-hearted enough not to hold a grudge against her sister, but this matter cannot be left unresolved."

"Go bow and apologize to her now. You like attention, don't you? Then apologize in front of everyone. The injury to her hand made her lose the competition, and you need to compensate her. That downtown property your mother left you should be sufficient."

He didn't forget to add a threatening glare. "Refuse? Then don't blame me for reconsidering your status as my future wife."

What?

Olivia's mind was completely blank. She tried to process James's words while supporting her aching head.

Isabella Harper, standing behind James with an innocent expression, said, "James, it's okay. My sister didn't mean to push me into the water."

She casually stroked her swollen right hand. "My hand isn't badly hurt. The doctor said it's just a minor fracture, it won't affect my painting in the future."

James wrapped his arm around Isabella's shoulders, tenderly reproaching her. "How can you be so naive? She clearly doesn't treat you like a sister!"

Watching their intimate exchange, Olivia felt as though a dull knife was inexplicably torturing her heart.

Facing James's accusations, her body instinctively wanted to bow her head and apologize.

Olivia slightly furrowed her brow, carefully controlling this reflexive behavior without revealing any unusual reaction.

She silently wondered who these people were. Her sister? Boyfriend? Why were they demanding she bow and apologize? And why did her heart ache so much?

Olivia frowned as she stared directly at them, hoping to find some clues in her confused thoughts.

"Can't hear me?" James looked at her with disgust. "Playing dumb again?"

Olivia lowered her head slightly, trying to hide the inexplicable bitterness rising within her.

Just then, an angry shout came from the entrance.

"You selfish, spoiled daughter! How dare you publicly push Isabella into the swimming pool? You'll ruin the Harper family reputation!"

"I..." Olivia looked at the middle-aged couple with confusion, her body instinctively wanting to deny the accusation.

"Apologize to Isabella." Jonathan Harper's gaze was icy, his tone carrying an irrefutable command.

"Starting today, all your cards will be frozen! Don't come to the office anymore! For the next two months, you'll stay at home and learn proper etiquette. Stop embarrassing us in public!"

Jonathan pursed his lips, recalling the laughter and subtle mockery from his competitors, his expression growing colder.

How could he have such an embarrassing daughter!

"Don't be so harsh. Although Isabella lost her chance at the competition, we shouldn't let this affect the sisters' relationship. Isabella won't be angry with Olivia!" Victoria Harper seemed to soften her husband's stance.

From their accusations, she vaguely guessed their identities: parents, sister, boyfriend.

But since they arrived, everyone had been focused on seeking justice for her sister, using harsh words to scold her, demanding her property, forcing her to apologize; no one cared about her wellbeing.

Her forehead was still bleeding—couldn't they see that?

Her nails dug deep into her palm, the pain helping Olivia suppress the bitterness in her heart, leaving only coldness on her face.

Olivia fought back the tears welling in her eyes as she struggled to stand up. "You're accusing me? Where's your evidence? I don't even know who you are. Keep making these baseless accusations, and I'll call the police!"

Jonathan, not expecting Olivia to talk back, became furious and raised his hand to strike her.

"Olivia, just apologize. Your father has a temper, and James is kind-hearted. If you apologize and give that property to Isabella, I believe James will still marry you. You've liked James for so long—surely you don't want your efforts to be wasted?" Victoria urged Olivia not to cause more trouble and quickly admit her mistake.

Olivia couldn't help but laugh. She finally understood their true purpose—they wanted the downtown property her mother had left her.

She turned to Isabella, who was still curled up in James's arms like a frightened deer, and said coolly, "Sister? Fiancé? In my eyes, you're just a shameless pair of adulterers!"

Then she turned to Jonathan and Victoria. "And you two are nothing but prejudiced accomplices!"

"Disgusting," she sneered, ignoring their reactions as she walked away quickly, leaving behind their angry insults.

At the doorway, Olivia finally relaxed her tense body. The tears she had been holding back burst forth.

Her head hurt, her heart hurt, her entire body felt uncomfortable.

She shook her foggy head, urging herself to leave this troublesome place quickly.

She walked unsteadily, not noticing the sudden rise in the steps ahead, and lost her balance, falling forward!

The expected impact never came. Two hands steadied her swaying body.

A familiar scent of sandalwood cologne enveloped her, and Olivia inexplicably felt a sense of security.

"Careful!" The man before her was handsome and dignified, but... in a wheelchair?

If she wasn't mistaken, the look in his eyes as he gazed at her contained intense concern and pain?