Chapter 4: Funeral
Three days later, the Winston estate was transformed into a sea of white as mourners gathered to pay their respects to the late Emilia Winston. A large photograph of Emilia was prominently displayed on the wall, surrounded by flowers and candles. Friends, business associates, and acquaintances filled the room, their faces somber and their attire immaculately white. Members of the media mingled with the crowd, their cameras and notebooks at the ready. The board of directors of the Winston company was also present, their expressions suitably grave. Catherine Winston, flanked by her children Emma and Ryan, stood at the forefront of the gathering. All three were dressed in white, their faces etched with fake concern and their eyes dry with pretended tears. They greeted the mourners with somber nods and hollow condolences, their performances convincing to none but themselves. As the ceremony progressed, the hypocrisy in the room was palpable. The Winston family's crocodile tears and feigned grief were a stark contrast to the genuine sorrow of those who had truly loved Emilia. But for now, the charade continued, a necessary facade to maintain the illusion of a united and grieving family. Some journalist that were present had taken the initiative to ask Catherine some questions in hope to know the next plan for the Wiston family after the death of their successor. Journalist: Mrs. Winston, I'm so sorry for your loss. As the last family members of Emilia, what's the next step for the Winston company, especially since the successor passed away on the same day she was supposed to take over? It's quite unusual, to say the least. Catherine Winston: (pretending to cry) Oh, the pain of losing Emilia is still so fresh... (composing herself) Death is something no one can predict. It's unfortunate that Emilia had to leave us at such a young age... (wiping away fake tears) She had so much potential, so much to offer... (sighing dramatically) Journalist: Yes, it's indeed tragic. But, if I may ask, what's the plan for the company's leadership now? There must be some contingency in place? Catherine Winston: (with a calculated tone) Well, we can't let the chair of CEO remain vacant. It would be a disservice to Emilia's memory and the company's stakeholders. Ryan, my son, is the obvious choice to succeed Emilia. He's been groomed for this role, and I have every confidence in him. (smiling through her tears) He'll take the company to new heights, I'm sure of it. Ryan, who was pretending to cry, receiving condolences from friends and relatives, was taken aback by his mother's bold statement. He hadn't expected her to announce his succession so soon, especially not in public. He regained his composure quickly, as the reporters rushed to him. Reporter 2: Ryan, is it true? Will you be taking over as the new CEO of the Winston company? Ryan Winston: (with a bold and confident smile) Yes, that's correct. I'm ready to lead the company to even greater heights. (pausing for dramatic effect) I won't let my sister's legacy go to waste. I'll make sure her vision for the company is realized. Reporter 3: But, Ryan, aren't you a bit young for such a responsibility? You're only 22, and Emilia was supposed to take over at 20... Ryan Winston: (smirking) Age is just a number. I've been preparing for this role my whole life. I have the skills, the knowledge, and the passion to lead this company. And with my mother's guidance... (glancing at Catherine) I'm unstoppable. *** After the ceremony, Catherine and her children changed out of their white clothes and into colorful attire. They gathered in the living room, where a party atmosphere awaited. Emma poured herself a drink and handed one to Ryan, exclaiming, "Mother, you were brilliant today! Announcing Ryan as the successor was a masterstroke!" Catherine smiled, sipping her wine. "Thank you, dear. I knew it was the perfect moment to secure our family's future." Ryan thanked his mother, adding, "You've secured my future as CEO. I won't let you down." Catherine set her wine cup down and walked over to her children. "As long as I'm alive, no one will ever snatch what rightfully belongs to our family. The Winston legacy will continue to thrive, and I'll make sure of it." Emma chimed in, "And that little bitch Emilia is gone for good! She was flying too high, thinking she could take our place. But now she's erased, permanently!" Catherine's expression turned cold and calculating. "Yes, Emilia was a threat, but she's been eliminated. And now, with Ryan as CEO, our grip on the company is tighter than ever." Ryan smirked, "The game has only just begun, Mother. And I'm ready to play." Catherine smiled, her eyes glinting with ambition. "Oh, my children, we're just getting started. The Winston empire will rise to new heights, and no one will ever take that away from us.Chapter 5: The Forgotten Beauty Six months had passed since the fateful day that changed everything. The setting shifted to a hospital ward, where a young girl lay motionless in a bed, surrounded by the beeping of machines and the sterile smell of antiseptics. The ward was dimly lit, with only a few rays of sunlight peeking through the blinds. The room was filled with various medical equipment, monitors, and IV poles, a testament to the girl's critical condition. A nurse, dressed in a light pink uniform and wearing a nose mask, watched over the patient with a mixture of curiosity and concern. The girl's beauty was striking, even in her fragile state. Her long raven hair cascaded down her pillow like a waterfall of night, contrasting with her pale skin. Her features were delicate, with high cheekbones and full lips, reminiscent of the fairytale princess, sleeping beauty. But this was no fairy tale. The girl had been in a coma for six long months, with no one to claim her or visit
Chapter 6: The Encounter Emilia stood on the sidewalk, watching as the sports car sped away into the distance. Her mind was racing with thoughts - what just happened? Was the world running mad? All she wanted to do was ask for the name of the city she was in, since she had no memories of anything. But the woman's behavior had been weird, repeatedly calling her "sister Emilia" and even kneeling before her. Emilia dismissed the thoughts, thinking maybe the woman had mistaken her for someone else. What she needed to do was find her family, if she had one. But if she did have a family, why hadn't they come looking for her? Were they alive or dead? These and many more questions filled her head, making her feel dizzy and disoriented. As she began walking, trying to clear her head, she spotted a crowd of people gathering around a man stepping out of a black sleek Rolls-Royce. The man was guarded by men who seemed to be ushering him into a building, their faces stern and serious. Emilia w
Chapter 7: A new home, or so it seems. Emilia's eyes fluttered open, her mind foggy and her head pounding like a drum roll. She tried to remember how she got there, but her memories were hazy. A striking pain shot through her temples and she recalled the events leading up to the moment- waking up in the hospital, a kind-faced nurse smiling down at her, and a mysterious woman calling her sister. Then there was the man she had saved from an assassination attempt. With a startle she opened her eyes to find a doctor, with a kind face and a stethoscope around his neck, he was checking her vitals. He smiled reassuringly "You're safe miss, just calm down". Emilia's eyes narrowed, trying to place him. "Who are you? Where am I?" The butler, Mr John who had been standing nearby watching the girl closely, stepped forward his eyes gleaming with respect as he spoke. "You're in house of the prestigious Blackwood family, miss". Emilia's head spun, and she held it slightly. Why did the name sound
Chapter 8: The dinner party. Marcus entered his study, unaware of the eyes that had been watching him from the shadows. Amelia, his daughter, had been standing outside the room listening to their conversation discreetly, her face burning with anger. She had long coveted the Passion of Hearts necklace, begging her father to get it for her, but he always brushed her off, saying he was too busy. Now, seeing him gift the very same necklace to a stranger, Amelia seethed with rage. Who was this girl, and why was her father showering her with such expensive gifts? She peeped into the room, watching as Emilia admired the necklace, her eyes sparkling with delight. Amelia's anger intensified, her mind racing with suspicions. The girl was beautiful and young - could she be her father's new plaything? The thought made Amelia's blood boil. She couldn't believe her father would stoop so low. With a determined look on her face, Amelia turned and left, her mind already spinning with plans to u
Chapter 9:Chance Encounter Emilia sat serenely, her slender fingers clasped around the delicate chain of the "Tear of a Fairy" necklace. The soft glow of the room highlighted her ethereal beauty, making her seem like a fairy. Amelia, accompanied by her boyfriend Reynolds and friends, including Melody, approached Emilia with a mix of curiosity and confidence. Emilia, oblivious to their identities, looked up with a gentle smile. Melody's eyes widened as she took in Emilia's stunning appearance. "Wow, you're even more beautiful up close!" she exclaimed. "Is that really the Tear of a Fairy necklace? It looks stunning on you!" Reynolds, Amelia's boyfriend, stretched out his hand, his eyes locked on Emilia's. "Hi, I'm Reynolds, but my friends call me Rey. You can call me Rey too," he said, his voice dripping with charm, he looked at her seductively. Emilia, unaware of the undercurrents, shook his hand, and Reynolds held onto it, his gaze lingering. Amelia's eyes flashed with jealou
Chapter 10:The arrival, he was like a Demi god from Greece. As the sun's final rays kissed the horizon, a gold private jet landed with grace, its tires whispering against the earth. At 7:30 pm, the aircraft came to a halt, and an expectant hush fell over the airport. A man emerged, surrounded by 10 guards who seemed to blend into the shadows. He stepped out into the fading light, and time itself seemed to pause. His features were sculpted from the very essence of Greek mythology, a true Demi-god reborn. His golden hair cascaded down his back like a river of sunset hues, perfectly complemented by his eyes – an unparalleled shade of cerulean blue, reminiscent of a cloudless summer sky. His gaze was like a sapphire abyss, drawing all who dared to look into its depths. His tall, athletic frame exuded dominance, yet his presence was a siren's call, beckoning all to surrender to his majesty. It was as if he was a magnet, repelling and attracting with equal intensity. His cold demeanor s
Chapter 11: Forging of two souls. As Lucas finished embracing his mother, Emilia noticed Marcus standing beside them, his arrival having gone unnoticed in her distraction. Marcus beamed with pride as he embraced Lucas, a touching moment that moved the onlookers. For a brief instant, it seemed the rumors of Marcus's cold demeanor didn't apply to family matters. But as Marcus whispered in Lucas's ear, the atmosphere shifted. "Behave and continue the act," he warned, reminding Lucas to maintain the facade amidst the crowd. Lucas's eyes, once hopeful, turned cold as he realized his father still prioritized business over family. Lucas played along, embracing Marcus back. As they broke apart, Marcus retained Lucas's hand, and a microphone was handed to him. "Ladies and gentlemen," Marcus began, his voice booming through the room. "I apologize for the delay and thank you for joining us on this special occasion. Today, we celebrate the return of my son, Lucas, the future heir to the Bl
Chapter 12: The tryanny of Ivy Blackwood 3 years later Three years had passed since the grand wedding of Ivy's son, and the Blackwood mansion had grown even more opulent. Ivy lounged on a plush couch, flipping through glossy magazines, as Emilia, her daughter-in-law, knelt beside her, massaging her feet. But the tranquility was short-lived. As Emilia's hands moved, Ivy's eyes narrowed. "Be careful, you incompetent fool! Do you want to break my expensive nails?" she yelled, her voice piercing the air. Emilia shivered, her hands trembling as she apologized profusely. She quickly dipped a towel into warm water, hoping to make amends. But as she applied it to Ivy's feet, the older woman screamed like a woman possessed. "You're burning me, you witch!" Ivy's foot shot out, kicking Emilia backward. The younger woman fell, her hands raised in defense as Ivy continued to splash the scalding water at her. Emilia's hands burned, her eyes welling up with tears as she pleaded, "Pls, Moth