Carla's POVWe were seated in the living room that day, having a family time when her phone rang. It was a call from her office, specifically from her secretary.She excused herself and proceeded to pick the call, in which I, Dad and Catherine continued with our chattering, leaving her to attend to the caller. We were still amid our discussion about the success of the Fashion Show which mum had held the day before, only to be interrupted by her loud scream."What?" she had yelled, her face turned pale, and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as if she was trying to process whatsoever news her secretary had passed across."Darling, is anything the problem?" Dad asked, hurrying to where she stood, still on the call with her secretary. Catherine and I looked at each other, with confusion written on our faces, wondering what was going on."I will be on my way to the office now. Prepare an urgent meeting and call the Legal Team in" Mum instructed Iris, her secretary, as she hung up on her."
Omniscient POV.That morning, their parents were supposed to meet with an investor who had given positive feedback. After having breakfast as a family, the two sisters were dropped off at school by their parents. The siblings wished their parents best of luck with their meeting.Before zooming off and bidding them goodbye, their parents promised them to be back home early and celebrate with them if the meeting with the investor was a success."We will see you at home. We promise to come back early" their Mum had said as she beamed with joy. Right in front of them, their parents' car zoomed off, but what they didn't know was that the next time they would see their parents, they wouldn't be alive.The siblings entered their school premises and resumed to their various classes. Few hours into their school activities, something happened.‘Have you seen the news?" Amelia asked eagerly."What news?" Beatrice asked, confused." I just saw the news that Carla’s parents got involved in a car ac
Omniscient POVLife living with their aunt Ivory, was just as they had expected. Ivory and Isabelle were never close although, they both lived in the same city. Ivory was Isabella’s stepsister, and they never had a good rapport.Ivory never wanted to accommodate Carla and Catherine, but she had no other option as she was their only relative. Ivory made life a living hell for them as she made Carla and Catherine work part-time to feed themselves.Both Carla and Catherine were in their 12th grade and were about sitting for their Scholastic Aptitude Test. Catherine was a slow learner who couldn’t cope with reading and studying at the same time and so, Carla stopped her from working and admonished her to focus on studying as she would work to feed them both.Carla worked her butt off to provide for herself and Catherine and at the same time, studying. Carla worked hard and was able to pay the SAT fee for both her and Catherine since their aunt said she couldn’t afford to pay for the fees.
Omniscient POV.Catherine, with the help of Carla, started her master program and while doing her masters, she met Carlos, a rich grandson and the only grandchild of T & K Fashion Group. The duo fell in love but what Carlos didn't know was that Catherine only loved him for his money.To Carlos, Catherine was his last bus-stop, his missing piece but to his lover on the other hand, he was merely her ATM, her ladder to climb up to success and her means of getting out of her wretched life.Carla on the other hand, was still into her fish business and at the same time, had a boyfriend with whom she was deeply in love with. Charles, Carla’s boyfriend was also in love with her (so she had thought) and had always dreamt of becoming a surgeon but because of his poor family background, he couldn’t pursue his dream.Being a dropout just like Carla, they both worked very hard hoping that one day, things would become better. Due to the love Carla had for Charles; she had been saving up without the
Omniscient POV.Carla was stunned by what she had seen at the airport. She couldn't move. She stood frozen, trying to process what she had witnessed. Her hands trembled, and her legs felt rooted to the spot as her mind raced.Several thoughts and questions began to run through her mind, wondering whom the lady was and if she had mistaken their relationship. Just so Charles wouldn’t be aware of her presence, Carla avoided him at the airport.She watched as the unknown lady bid Charles goodbye and entered a cab. The unknown lady seemed oddly familiar, but she couldn’t place where she had seen the lady before. Carla, who was lost in thought, was brought back into reality by her ringing phone. ‘Hello, where are you?’, It was Charles on the line, asking for Carla’s whereabouts. ‘I am at …………. home’, Carla responded stammering, still trying to get over the shock of what she had seen."Okay. I just alighted from the plane, and I had thought you would come get me at the airport, but you are
Omniscient POV.Carla and Charles went on several dates after the proposal and a date was fixed for their wedding. As the wedding date was fast approaching, things took an unexpected turn. Charles had suggested Carla stopped her fish business and go back to school, which Carla accepted and promised to take a step towards that after their wedding.Since the night of the proposal, Carla had stopped suspecting Charles since he had explained whom the lady was and had declared his undying love for her and their daughter, Mia. Two weeks to their wedding, Carla got an invitation to her high school reunion.She had never gone in the past years as she had been busying trying to make a living. But since Charles was back and everything had begun to change, she decided to go and refresh her high school memories. What she didn’t know was that, the decision she made of going, would be her worst decision ever.On getting to the reunion, she met her classmates and her best friend, Amelia who were so
Omniscient POVCarla sat there, dumbfounded by the words that just pierced her ears. She was lost in her own thought trying to process and figure out what she had just heard.Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion, struggling to grasp the truth of what Ivory had just said. She was oblivious of her surrounding as she was lost in the storm of her emotions.‘I ……. but he told me you two are ……………...’, Carla forced herself to say with a trembling voice, but was cut short by Ivory.‘Can we talk outside if you do not mind?’, Ivory’s voice, which was strangely calm and contrasting with Carla’s inner turmoil said. Carla, holding onto her handbag for support, stood with her shaky legs, and followed Ivory with her heart pounding in her chest. As soon as they left, Amelia turned to face Catherine, with a 'What the Fuck is going on look' on her face, but Catherine only rolled her eyes before walking away.Both Ivory and Carla made their way to the restaurant's rooftop and as soon as they got the
Carla's POV. That night, I couldn't bear to find my way home. I was heartbroken, devastated and sad. I didn't know how to face the man I had spent years of my life loving. Dedicated my life to him, gave up my dream for him just to ensure he achieved his. But only to be repaid with betrayal, heartbreak and infidelity. I stood up from where I had sat, made my way down the rooftop but didn't go back into the restaurant. Instead, I walked around aimlessly and absentmindedly. I found myself in a park, where I sat for hours, staring blankly into the sky, as tears of pain, disappointment and betrayal rolled down my cheeks. I wasn't mentally and emotionally ready to see his face ...... to confront him ..... ask him why he did me so much bad. So, I opted to lodge at an hotel to gather my thoughts. But, that was one of the worst decisions I ever made. I dragged my drained soul to the hotel reception, wanting to lodge in but I couldn't believe whom I had seen there. It was Charles and his m
Carla’s POV. "What… are you saying? What do you mean you’re carrying Carlos’ child? Is this supposed to be some kind of joke?” I stuttered, finding it hard to wrap my head around her confession. “I know it’s hard for you to believe Miss, but I am telling the truth. I have been his sex toy for quite a long time” she whispered, lowering her gaze in shame. “Wait, are you being real right now? You mean you and Carlos have been having something together behind my back?” My voice shook, with a mix of disbelief and anger. Hesitantly, she nodded her head, biting her lower lip as if she were afraid of my reaction. “I didn’t do it on my own accord – he forced me. I sincerely wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how to inform you that I had been sharing your man with you all along. I am sorry”. My heart pounded violently at her words. I felt numbness overpower my strength and I staggered, holding onto the rail for support. So, Catherine wasn’t the only one he cheated on me with? Ano
Carla’s POV. I was seated on the bed that day, looking at the pictures of Catherine, which I had taken in secret, meeting with people from Carlos’ company. I was trying to see if I would be able to find anything suspicious which I could use against her. Just then, my phone rung and it was a call from the person I least expected. At first, I didn’t want to pick up the call but eventually I did, wanting to hear her out and hoping I would be able to get the evidence I needed from her. Upon picking the call, the receiver’s end fell silent. She neither made a sound nor spoke. I instantly became worried- thinking that something had happened to her, or she was in some kind of danger. “Susan, are you there?” I calmly asked, wanting to confirm if she was still with me. But she still didn’t say anything. I stayed on the call for some minutes, hoping she would say something when she was finally ready. Tired of being left hanging, I threatened to hang up on her. “Call me when you are
Carla’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