Nobody Yesterday, Queen Today Novel – The blizzard had raged for three days, burying Hillarica under a suffocating blanket of snow. The Sherman residence loomed like a frozen fortress. And there, on the icy driveway, the butler tossed Olivia’s suitcase out. “Ms. Summers, Mr. Sherman’s orders: you’re leaving today.
The Sherman family was kind enough to take you in, but now that their real daughter has returned, your presence is no longer required,” the butler said, his voice oozing disdain. Then he tossed a slip of paper and a card onto the ground. “Here’s the info on your birth parents, the Summers. And this is five thousand dollars. Consider it compensation for the years you spent with us.” Olivia didn’t even glance at the card.
“No need.” “And keep this,” the butler scoffed, tossing down one last document—a formal disownment notice. Olivia ignored that too, slinging her bags over her shoulder. If she wanted to find her real parents, she’d do it on her own terms. And she wasn’t taking a single cent from the Sherman family. The butler watched her with open contempt. ‘Pathetic,’ he thought. ‘Too proud for her own good.
Doesn’t she realize? Since the true Sherman heiress had returned, why would they keep some nobody like her? That money is more than she deserved.’ “Then see you, Ms. Summers.” With a final sneer, he slammed the door shut behind her. Olivia didn’t flinch. Head held high, she walked away, her thin frame cutting through the falling snow. She felt no grief—the Sherman family had never given her love, so why mourn them now? From an upstairs window, laughter rang out as snowballs pelted the ground near her feet. “Finally, she’s gone.
No more standing in Cheryl’s way.” “Never belonged here anyway. I was half-afraid she’d refuse to leave.” Olivia heard every word. A cold smile touched her lips, her expression as unreadable as the winter storm around her. Catching a snowflake in her palm, she exhaled softly. ‘Good riddance.’ ***** In a traditional courtyard in Kingtonelle, the Summers family had gathered for an urgent meeting. At the center sat Samuel Summers, the family patriarch, dressed in a sharp suit that commanded respect.
His stern voice cut through the tense silence as he glared at his grandsons. “You call yourselves capable men? It’s been over a decade, and you still haven’t found Ivy?” The Summers brothers were among the most powerful men in Kingtonelle, each accomplished and formidable. Yet now, they stood with their heads bowed, shame and regret burning in their chests. They were the ones who had lost her. Their little sister, Ivy, had been the sweetest child—quiet, gentle, always smiling like a cute doll. That day, they had been careless, distracted by their own games, and in the blink of an eye, she was gone.
For fifteen years, they had chased every lead, but the trail had gone cold after tracing her to a human trafficker’s den. By the time they reached the town, Ivy had already vanished without a trace. “Grandfather,” one of them spoke up, voice firm with resolve. “I’ll mobilize everyone immediately. We won’t stop until we bring her home.” Before Samuel could respond, a breathless aide rushed in, clutching a stack of documents. His hands trembled as he stammered, “Sir, we-we’ve found her! We’ve located Ms. Ivy Summers.” Samuel shot to his feet, his own hands unsteady as he snatched the papers. “Where is she? Take me to her now.” “Hillarica,” the aide blurted. “We don’t have the exact location yet, but the confirmation is solid—she’s there.” Samuel didn’t waste another second. “Get the car ready.
We’re leaving for Hillarica immediately.” ***** After being cast out by the Sherman family, Olivia didn’t return to the orphanage. She waited for the snow to ease. Evening fell before she finally trudged back to her apartment, a modest unit in one of Hillarica’s older neighborhoods. As she parked, her neighbor Laura called out, “Olivia, you’re back late.