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
Chapter 20: Recuperation Emilia stood before the bathroom mirror, gently washing her face as the warm water soothed her parched skin. Her body ached all over, a lingering reminder of the ordeal she had endured. Yet, despite the pain, a spark of excitement flickered within her. She had strayed from her goal for far too long, but now she was finally back on track. As she gazed into the mirror, Emilia's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing her reflection. Her once luminous skin now looked pale and thin, her cheekbones jutting out prominently from her face. The vibrant, radiant woman she once was had given way to a fragile, weakened version. Still, amidst the frailty, her beauty shone through - a haunting, ethereal quality that seemed almost otherworldly. Her sapphire blue irises flashed with determination as she turned away from the mirror. Emilia's thoughts shifted to the past, to the day of her graduation, when she was poised to take over the Wiston empire as its rightful heir. But fate had
Chapter 19: It felt like a nightmare, but it was damn real. Emilia's foot pressed harder on the accelerator, the speedometer needle quivering at 90 mph. Tears blurred her vision, but she didn't care. She couldn't care about anything anymore. The party's cruel words still echoed in her mind: "You're just a temporary distraction, Emilia. Lucas will always love Sophia." The memory of Lucas handing her divorce papers earlier that night seared her mind. She thought there was still a chance, a glimmer of hope that Lucas would love and cherish her. But it was all an illusion. She was just a plaything, a placeholder until Sophia returned. Emilia's vision cleared momentarily, revealing the dark highway stretching before her. She wiped away tears with one hand, her eyes welling up again. The loneliness suffocating her was familiar, a desperate feeling she thought she'd left behind when Mr. Blackwood rescued her from the coma three years ago. Now, that sense of isolation consumed her. She f
Chapter 18: The Truth Comes to Light:Emilia's eyes widened in shock as she approached the couple embracing on the dance floor. Who was this woman, and how dare she cling so tightly to her husband? Emilia's rage simmered, boiling over with each step.Without hesitation, Emilia rushed toward them, her hands grasping for the woman's arm. She dragged the woman's hand forcibly, separating her from Lucas's embrace. The sudden movement caught everyone's attention.The music screeched to a halt, and the room fell silent. All eyes fixed on the trio."What's going on here?" Emilia demanded, her furious tone echoing through the room. "Lucas, who is this...this bitch you're hugging?"But before she could continue, a stinging slap rocked Emilia's face, sending her stumbling backward. She lost balance and fell, her hand instinctively rising to cradle her burning cheek.Disbelieving, Emilia gazed up at Lucas, her eyes searching for answers. Did Lucas just hit her?Lucas's face contorted in disgust
CHAPTER 17: THE DARKNESS OF DESPAIR Day 3 in the Basement The cold, damp walls seemed to close in around her, the darkness suffocating. She lay on the filthy floor, her body battered and bruised. The only sound was the faint scratching of rats scurrying through the shadows. The small hole in the wall, created by those same rats, allowed a sliver of light to pierce the darkness, a cruel reminder of the world outside.The girl sat on the cold, damp floor, surrounded by pitch blackness. Her disheveled locks cascaded down her pale face, framing eyes red-rimmed from crying.With a broken piece of ceramic, she etched a figure on the floor, her hand moving with uncertain strokes. She couldn't see what she was drawing, but her fingers seemed to move of their own accord.As she drew, she sang a haunting melody, her voice hoarse from tears. The words were barely audible, but the sweetness of her tone lingered in the darkness."Lost in shadows, I wander freeA heart once whole, now broken sea
Chapter 16: You Sl**t how dare you try to flirt with my man.As Amelia tended to Reynolds' wounds, she wept uncontrollably, her body shaking with sobs. Ivy, meanwhile, stormed over to Emilia, her face twisted in anger. She grabbed Emilia's shoulders shaking her roughly, her fingers digging deep into her skin. "Look at what you've done, Emilia!" Ivy spat. "Look at the chaos you've created!"Emilia's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at the scene before her. Jace's face still burned with anger, his eyes flashing with a fierce intensity that made her shiver. He looked like he could cause damage if given another chance.But before Ivy could continue her tirade, Jace intervened. "Mrs. Blackwood, stop! It's not her fault, it's this monster's fault!" he exclaimed, pointing at Reynolds.Ivy's response was swift and brutal. She slapped Jace across the face, her palm leaving a red imprint on his cheek. Emilia gasped in shock, her eyes darting back and forth between Ivy and Jace, mother and
Chapter 25: You sl**t I curse the day, my son married you, you don't deserve to be a daughter-in-law of this family. *** Back in the Blackwood estate, Amelia stormed through the front door, her face twisted in anger and frustration. She tossed the few shopping bags she had with her to the ground, spilling clothes all over the floor. Ivy, who had been on the phone with the caterer, rushed into the room, concern etched on her face. "Amelia, what's wrong? Why are you back so early? And why so few clothes?" Ivy asked, eyeing the scattered garments. Amelia's scowl deepened. "It's all thanks to Emilia. She had to go and ruin my shopping trip." Ivy's eyes widened as Amelia recounted the events at the mall. "Why wasn't that girl arrested? If only she was arrested, all our problems would end. Now she's ruined my baby's shopping." Emilia, who had been standing at the entrance, heard every hurtful word. Tears streaming down her face, she stepped forward. "Mother, how can you say such
Chapter I4: She's a thief, a gross one at that.Elbowing through the crowded corridors of the shopping mall, Emilia stood out like a sore thumb. Her tattered clothes and disheveled hair made her a spectacle, drawing disgusted glances from passersby. Murmurs and snickers followed her as she was led by the security guards, her hands cuffed behind her back.No one believed her pleas of innocence; no one even tried. The weight of their judgment was crushing, making her wish the ground would swallow her whole. The humiliation was suffocating.One of the security guards, his grip on her arm tightening, leaned in close. "Confess now, or the police will take you away," he growled, his angry eyes boring into hers.A woman in the crowd shouted, "She's a thief! She needs to be taught a lesson!" The surrounding murmurs grew louder, a chorus of condemnation.Emilia's eyes scanned the crowd, desperate for a sympathetic face, but found none. She felt like a wild animal, cornered and helpless.Flashb
Chapter 13: You mean nothing to me Emilia's footsteps echoed through the grand staircase as she ascended, lost in thought. The words of Jace, Lucas's brother, still lingered in her mind like a dark cloud. Why had he spoken so venomously about his own family? What secrets lay hidden behind his bitter words? As she reached the top step, Emilia's gaze drifted out the window, her eyes tracing the contours of the lush gardens below. She couldn't shake off the feeling that Jace's animosity ran deeper than mere sibling rivalry. His words had struck a chord, leaving her wondering if there was truth to his claims. Just then, a gentle voice called out from behind, "Milady?" Emilia turned to see Mary, the plump and kindly maid, hurrying towards her with an uncharacteristic sense of urgency. A soft smile spread across Emilia's face as she watched Mary's labored approach, her concern for the maid's well-being momentarily eclipsing her own troubled thoughts. As Mary reached her side, she pa
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