After the sudden death of their parents, two step-sisters, Carla and Catherine, are left to fend for themselves. Carla sacrifices her education to support Catherine, working tirelessly to make ends meet while Catherine’s life remains untouched by struggle. In love, Carla gives up her dream to help her boyfriend, Charles, pursue his dream of becoming a surgeon. Months after he travels abroad to study, Carla discovers she is pregnant with his child. But when Charles returns, Carla uncovers a devastating betrayal—Charles has been cheating with Catherine’s friend, Ivory, and they have a child together. Heartbroken, Carla is abandoned at the altar by Charles, who chooses to be with Ivory instead. In the aftermath, Carla’s daughter, Mia, falls gravely ill. Despite Carla’s desperate pleas, no one comes to her aid, and Mia tragically dies. Carla vows revenge and in bid of that enters a contract marriage with Carlos, Catherine’s ex, intending to destroy her step-sister. But Carlos is still in love with Catherine, pulling Carla deeper into a web of lies and deceit. Just when Carla believes she has lost everything, she is saved by Henry Wordsworth, heir to TJX Fashion Company. With Henry’s help, she embarks on a quest for revenge, determined to take down everyone who wronged her. But what happens when she discovers that the parents of her newfound love, Henry, are the ones behind her parents' deaths?
View MoreCarla’s POV. The days that followed were hell for me. I woke up every single day blaming myself for being the cause of their deaths. Although I wasn’t the one who poisoned or pushed them off the rooftop, I was still indirectly involved in their deaths. “If not for me, they wouldn’t have died. If Catherine doesn’t hate me, they would still be alive” I kept on telling myself every day. Day by day, Carlos became distant. He barely came home and whenever he did, he was always drunk to stupor. He became a nuisance and stopped going to the company. Uncle Chris had to fill in his position at the company, just to ensure everything ran smoothly.He refused to bury them, hammering on the fact that he needed time to accept that they were finally gone. I had approached him on several occasions, requesting us to talk but his response was always: “I have nothing to say to you”. After that encounter, Susan resigned and left the mansion. I wasn’t even aware of that until I heard it from one o
Carla’s POV. “You may leave now” Aunt Stephanie instructed Susan, who was still on her knees, crying. Sluggishly, she rose to her feet and made her way to the door but before she stepped out of the room, she looked at me. Her eyes were filled with regret and longing. There was heaviness in them – a silent desperation for my forgiveness. Tears escaped her eyelids, slowly trailing down her cheeks – tears of the apology, she couldn’t bring herself to say. And with that, she walked away, never looking back. “You are lucky that Carlos intervened in this matter. If I was left alone to decide what to do with you, I would have made you rot in jail forever. Like Carlos said, go and never come back. I never want to see your face in the house again, you bitch!!” Aunt Stephanie roared. “Let’s go, Catherine. This murderer isn’t worth our time” she further said, grabbing the wheelchair handle, ready to wheel Catherine out of the room. “Can you go ahead first, Aunt? I would love to have a c
Carla’s POV. Finally, the door creaked open, and Aurora stepped in, with Susan trailing behind her. Susan hesitated by the door, her eyes fixed on the ground, avoiding everyone's eyes. “Come in” Carlos commanded, gesturing for Susan to walk in. She obeyed and stood in front of Carlos. “Now, face her and repeat all that you had told me in her presence” he ordered, his gaze not leaving Susan’s face. The look in Susan’s eyes was full of guilt and fear which hinted that she had already chosen her side. Before she opened her mouth to talk, I had already known where that was going to end. Susan swallowed hard; her hands clenched in front of her. She let out a heavy breath before she finally looked up at me for the first time since she entered. The betrayal in her eyes said it all. That she wasn’t on my side – she never was. “I ... I” she stammered, taking a pause before she continued. “I poisoned the food. Miss Carla told me to do so. She never said the drug would make them die.
Carla’s POV. “Carla, open the damn door!!” the loud banging on the door, pulled me out of my slumber. For the past four days that I had gotten back into that house, I had not been able to get a good sleep because of the reoccurring dream of Zoe calling onto me to join her, every time I shut my eyes. I was just about to get some sleep when I heard the banging on the door. “Carla, I know you are in there. Open this damn door right now or else, I am going to break it down!!” I heard Carlos' yell again, continuously banging on the door. I could hear Aunt Stephanie’s voice, telling him to calm down. I was too weak to get up. Nothing had passed through my esophagus in the past four days, not even water. I didn’t have the appetite to eat. I just locked myself up in Zoe’s room for days, drowning myself in sorrow. No one bothered to check up on me – not even Carlos. But now that they were standing at the door, I wondered what the problem was. I gathered the last of my strength and
Carla’s POV. I was left all alone, feeling abandoned. The disdainful feeling of being betrayed collided with that of mourning. I was mourning the death of my loved ones and at the same time, burning with rage at the ones that had forsaken me. “How could Catherine have gone this far? She even killed her son just to see me fall? Is she truly that heartless?” those questions lingered on my mind as I curled myself up in a corner of the room. The room was enveloped by silence, and I couldn’t have been more frustrated and despairing. I needed someone to console me – to assure me that everything would be okay. I wanted someone to come to save me, but no one did - not even Carlos. The only being who had always paid attention to me and consoled me was gone and ironically, I was being accused of being her murderer. I felt like I was locked out of the world. I couldn’t stand up from where I was curled. I just remained there for what felt like eternity, slowly embracing sadness and sile
Carla’s POV. At the point where I was fixated, tears slowly escaped from my eyelid, streaming down my eyes. I was left all alone – abandoned by the man I had thought would believe me and stay by my side. “If everything Catherine said turns out to be true, I will make you regret ever messing with my family. I won’t allow my mother’s killer to go scot-free. Trust me” Aunt Stephanie threatened before angrily storming out of the room, with Aurora and Uncle Chris trailing behind her. But not without them eyeing me disgustingly. I was left all alone with Catherine, who was putting a satisfying and mockery smile on her face. “Catherine, why are you doing this to me again? What have I done to deserve all this? Just why?” I asked her tirelessly, my voice barely a whisper. I was too exhausted to yell – too tired to fight back. Carlos’ hurtful words drained out all the energy I had left within me and my desire to expose Catherine’s lies and be clean of the accusations slowly began vani
Carla’s POV I instantly recognized that receipt. It was the receipt issued the day I had received Catherine’s drug on her behalf. “Are you still going to deny the truth with the evidence of you purchasing Cyanide staring back at you? Or is that not your signature on the receipt?” Catherine asked, her eyes gleaming with cold amusement as she leaned in, enjoying seeing me fall into the trap she had set up. “But this is the receipt of the drug you bought with my card. The same drug you said was recommended for you at the hospital” I countered, my voice layered with incredulity. “Me? Bought a drug with your card? Why would I make use of your card when nothing is wrong with mine? Have I ever made a sure request from you before?” she feigned ignorance, and I couldn’t be more thanbewildered by how good she was at lying. I was speechless- unable to counter her claims. “And let’s even accept I made use of your card- why would I have bought Cyanide? Why would the hospital prescribe such
Carla’s POV “Catherine, what are you talking about? Killed who?” I asked astonished, with confusion etched on my face. “So, you are pretending not to know what I am saying? I know you killed Granny, John and Zoe. You killed them!!!” Catherine yelled, pointing accusing fingers at me, which left me flabbergasted. “Killed them? Why would I do that? Do you even know what you are talking about, Cat?” I asked, confused. Everything felt like a prank – a dream. How could I have killed my child? Is this a dream? It was not until I pinched myself that I realized everything was real. “I told you that day ...... I begged you not to and you promised me you wouldn’t do it. Why then did you kill them? Why did you kill my son after I begged you to let everything go?” Catherine questioned as tears rolled down her eyes. I was lost – confused. What day is she talking about? When did I tell her I was going to kill them? Is everything okay with her? “Catherine, what are you talking about? What
Carla’s POV “I am sorry, but we lost them” the doctor announced, each word dragged as he let out a heavy breath. “Lost them? What does that mean?” I thought, staring at the doctor blankly. “What do you mean by lost them? They just had stomachache and bleeding noses. So, how could they have died from that?” Carlos’ trembling, yet loud voice asked. He was anxious but tried his best to be as calm as he could be. “Those signs they showed before giving up, could be likened to food poison, but we can’t be certain until we conduct an autopsy on them. I am sorry for your loss, Mr. Carlos” the doctor sympathized, before excusing himself. I couldn’t talk .... couldn’t move. I just stood still, giving my brain enough time to process what was going on. “Died? How could they be dead? People that I was with at the dining table a few minutes ago. He must not know what he is talking about” I mulled over, scoffing before bursting out into laughter. I was in denial – vehemently believing tha
As she slowly walked through the garden filled with beautiful red roses and hibiscus flowers, the breeze gently blew against her face, making the strands of her curled hair drift against her smooth skin. She was putting on a short white dress, which accentuated her figure. The dress was decorated with pearls and stones, which shone under the sunlight.She slowly shut her eyelids to inhale the fresh air, which somehow consoled her troubled and restless mind. She smiled although deep down in her, she knew she wasn’t happy.She couldn’t get herself to be happy until she gets her revenge on them; on the people who repaid her kindness with evil. The ones who took her children away from her and made life a living hell for her. The thought of those sinners made her eyes flung open. She clenched her fists in frustration and gritted her teeth to show her hatred for them.She remembered how happy she was some years back before Carlos and Charles came into her life and turned it into a garden of...
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