CHAPTER 21

I looked up at him, my eyes pleading. "Please, Mr. Jack. I need you to protect me, to protect our company. My mother trusted you, and I trust you too."

Mr. Jack's expression softened. "I'll do everything in my power to protect you and our company, Miss. I promise."

I nodded, feeling a small sense of relief. "Thank you, Mr. Jack. I knew I could count on you."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "I need some time to think, to process everything. Can we meet again tomorrow?"

Mr. Jack nodded. "Of course, Miss. We'll meet again tomorrow. And don't worry, everything will be okay."

I thought for a moment, considering my next move. I looked up at Mr. Jack, my eyes serious. "Forget about the meeting tomorrow, Mr. Jack. I don't think it's safe for me to leave my house right now."

Mr. Jack's expression was concerned. "What do you mean, Miss?"

I took a deep breath, trying to explain. "Now that my mother is gone, I know my father will stop at nothing to get his hands on this company. And with the Argent family involved...there will be many eyes on me now. I just need to stay at home and wait for them to make their move."

Mr. Jack nodded understandingly. "I see. You want to lay low for a while, and see how things play out."

I nodded, feeling a sense of resignation. "Yes. I just need to be careful right now. I don't want to give them any reason to suspect that I'm onto their plans."

Mr. Jack's expression was grim. "I understand, Miss. I'll make sure to keep an eye on things from my end. But please, be careful. If you need anything, don't hesitate to reach out to me."

I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Mr. Jack. "Thank you, Mr. Jack. I appreciate your help."

I walked out of Mr. Jack's office, feeling a sense of determination and trepidation. I knew that my life was about to change in ways I couldn't even imagine. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts.

As I stepped out of the building, I was greeted by the bright sunlight and the hustle and bustle of the city. I hailed a taxi on the street and got in, giving the driver my address.

As the taxi drove through the city, I couldn't help but think about everything that had just happened. My mother's secrets, my father's betrayal, the Argent family's involvement...it was all so overwhelming.

I stared out the window, watching as the city passed by in a blur. I felt like I was in a daze like I was living in a dream.

The taxi finally pulled up to my house, and I got out, paying the driver. I stood outside my house for a moment, looking up at it. It was a beautiful mansion, one that my mother had loved dearly. But now, it felt like a prison.

I took a deep breath and walked inside, closing the door behind me. I knew that I had to be careful, that I had to watch my back. But for now, I just wanted to go to my room and try to process everything that had happened.

I walked upstairs, feeling like I was walking through a fog. I entered my room and closed the door, locking it behind me. I leaned against the door, trying to catch my breath.

I looked around my room, feeling like a stranger in my own home.

"Knock! Knock!" Someone was knocking on my door.

"Aries open this door you stupid girl" the voice behind the door said.

I recognized the voice it was my dad, I asked myself why my dad was knocking on my door with anger.

"What have I done again?" I said in devastation.

I walked to the door and opened it, I immediately saw my dad's face he was pissed before I could even speak up, He gave me a resounding slap on my face.

"D...ad... Dad what have I done again" I said as tears rolled down my eyes.

"You stupid and wicked girl" he paused for a while and then continued. "Why did you slap your sister"

"I cried. Dad I did nothing wrong, she slapped me first" I said my voice shaking.

"Even though, are you supposed to return the slap and don't you know she is older than you?" Dad said in a loud voice.

I could tell by my dad's facial expressions that he was very furious.

"Why did you have to slap me, I did nothing wrong" I repeated the words trying to explain that I was innocent but my dad walked out on me.

I kept crying, and then Mrs Victoria walked up to me.

"Why are you crying? you stupid girl" she said in anger.

"I did nothing wrong and you know it" I replied with my eyebrows raised.

"This should be the last time, you will ever lay your flirty hands on my daughter again," Mrs Victoria said.

"I will not sit and let the Sophia, intimidate me," I said my voice firm and polite.

"Nonsense, because of you Sophia is not feeling fine" she said. "Moreover Sophia is older than you"

"You should also tell her to respect herself and remember she is just two months older than me" I spoke fearlessly.

"You are a witch, you are the one that killed you Mom and now you want to kill my daughter. you witch" Miss Victoria said as she walked out.

Tears rolled down, I was surprised she would say something like that.

"How could she?"

"Am I a witch?" I asked but no one was there to answer me.

I sobbed uncontrollably, my body shaking with each convulsive cry. My heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces as I mourned the loss of my mother.

The pain was unbearable, like a knife twisting in my chest. I felt so alone, so abandoned, with no one to turn to.

I walked back inside my room.

I collapsed onto my bed, burying my face in my pillow as I wept. My tears soaked into the fabric, but I didn't care. I just wanted to release the anguish that was building up inside me.

"Why did you leave me, Mom?" I wailed, my voice hoarse from crying. "Why did you have to go? I need you so much!"

I remembered the way she used to hug me, the way she used to make me feel safe and loved.

And now, she was gone. Taken away from me by the cruel hand of fate.

I felt a wave of anger, directed at Mrs. Victoria. How could they be so cruel? How could she blame me for my mother's death?

I cried even harder, my body wracked with sobs. I felt like I was drowning in my grief, like I was being consumed by it.

But for now, I just let myself cry. I let myself feel the pain and the sorrow. I let myself mourn the loss of the most important person in my life.