Carla’s POV. “What ...... what did you just say?” my voice shook, and my eyes widened in disbelief. I was still trying to process the shock of what I heard when a voice emerged from the darkness. “Just exactly what you have heard” a terrifying masculine voice replied, sending a chill down my spine. I could hear slow, deliberate footsteps approaching me from behind. Immediately Susan heard the voice and saw the being, she collapsed onto the floor in sheer terror. It was him – our subject of discussion. Finally, the footsteps stopped. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding loudly in my chest. Summoning courage, I turned around to face him but instead of one, I was met with three familiar faces- Aunt Stephanie, Carlos and Catherine. That time around, Catherine wasn’t sitting in her wheelchair- she was standing on her two legs, and it was then I realized that they had all been in the game together right from the onset. Their expression was unreadable, and their gazes were masked wit
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
Carla’s POV I can vividly remember that day. The day what I feared the most happened. I was seated in the bridal suite, admiring my beautiful self in the mirror in front of me. I looked so beautiful that I couldn’t stop admiring myself. “The day has come. The day everything would change for good” I had thought to myself, putting on a smile. I was happy that after 7 years of courting him, he was finally going to be mine. But at the same time, I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure if that day would go as planned. Her words from the night before echoed in my mind. “You think I will allow the wedding to happen? Stop dreaming, darling. I will make sure I stop it at all costs. You can’t take him away from me!!!” she had yelled at me with fury. Her look was fierce like that of a Lion. With the look on her face, it was evident that she wouldn’t back down. She was ready to do anything to make him hers. The thought of her taking him away from me made me cringe and my hand began to tremble. “W
Carla’s POVMy eyes fluttered open to meet with a dim, sterile light. The smell of drugs and antiseptic filled my nostrils, making me slowly become aware of where I was. I was lying on the hospital bed, putting on the usual patient gown and I could feel the weight of the blanket, tucked firmly around me. I looked beside me only to find a beeping monitor and IV line taped to my skin. I managed to get myself to sit upI felt a slight headache as I tried remembering how I had gotten there. The last thing I could remember was being stood up at the altar by Charles but how I had gotten there was something I had no idea of. I looked around to see if there was someone nearby but there was no one. Just then, Amelia walked in, looking all tired.“You’re awake? Are you hurting anywhere?” Amelia asked as soon as she walked into the room, with concern etched on her face. She sat on the bed with me, touching the parts of my body she could, to make sure I was okay and free of pain. I smiled as I wa
Carla’s POV.I was putting on a black dress with a tinted glass to hide away the sorrow and tears that lingered in my eyes. Amelia, the only person who had always been with me was seated beside me, also putting on a black dress, as she held my hand and rested my head on her shoulder. She was trying to comfort me but no matter how hard she tried, I couldn’t forget the fact that I had lost a part of me. If someone had told me I would feel the pain of a mother who had lost her child, I wouldn’t have believed it.As I sat in the church and the priest delivered his sermon, my eyes were glued on the little casket in front of me. The casket which enclosed in it, was the person I would never see again. As much as I tried refraining myself from crying, I just couldn't. Which mother would be happy that her ward died right in front of her? My mind trailed back to the day before, the day I had received the devastating call.I remembered how I and Amelia had rushed to the hospital where the teache
Carla’s POVI watched as her body was being laid to rest. The thought of my darling baby being alone in that shallow grave made me cry the more. Everybody who had come to show their condolences left including the priest but I stayed back at the graveyard as I couldn’t bear to leave her all alone. Amelia volunteered to stay with me till I was ready to leave but I told her I wanted to be alone with Mia which made her leave.As I sat by her graveyard all alone, I remembered my aunt’s words. The hurtful words she had said to a mother who had just lost her child.“Stop crying and get your ass up. See what happened as God’s blessing to help you make a better choice in life. Since what was tying you down to him is dead, then I would advise you to find a better man to marry than a pauper like him. No wonder he left you since you have nothing to offer him. Be like you sister, Catherine, who makes good choices. Look at the man she will be getting married to tomorrow. Follow her footsteps and le
Carla POV. “Get the hell away from my man!!” Catherine yelled as she interrupted our kiss by pulling me away from Carlos. I expected that as no woman would be happy seeing another woman take her place on her day of joy. She stood in between Carlos and I, with a stern look on her face like that of a lion, who was ready to devour its prey. It was so satisfying to see her in distress. As a smile curled up my lips, I folded my arms and locked my gaze with hers, ready for whatsoever she was bringing forth. Carlos on the other hand stood passive, not saying anything and I wondered if he was planning to leave me to fight the battle all alone. I briefly glanced at him, hoping to know what he was thinking, but he averted my gaze. “Really?” I thought as I rolled my eyes. “What’s the meaning of this? Don’t you feel ashamed? How dare you try to steal my man from me?” she blurted out with a scornful look on her face, as she clenched her fist as if she was getting ready to punch me in
Carla’s POV. The moment we stepped out of the hall, he abruptly let go of my hand. I was neither surprised nor hurt as all we did in there was just an act. We both entered the car and after giving the driver the directive on where to go, we zoomed off.“Drive us to the hospital. We need to pay granny a visit” he had instructed as he rested his back on the seat and put on his seatbelt. Throughout the journey to the hospital, no one spoke and the silence in the car felt heavy. The silence made me feel uncomfortable. So, I took a quick glance at Carlos, hoping to start a conversation with him but he was too engrossed in his thoughts to notice me, as he was staring outside the window, his face, a vast array of emotions. The glance, which was meant to be quick, lasted for quite a while as I took my time to observe his countenance and mood. Although he had successfully gotten his revenge on Catherine, he still looked sad. Anguish and hurt were written all over his face. As I looked
Carla’s POV. “What ...... what did you just say?” my voice shook, and my eyes widened in disbelief. I was still trying to process the shock of what I heard when a voice emerged from the darkness. “Just exactly what you have heard” a terrifying masculine voice replied, sending a chill down my spine. I could hear slow, deliberate footsteps approaching me from behind. Immediately Susan heard the voice and saw the being, she collapsed onto the floor in sheer terror. It was him – our subject of discussion. Finally, the footsteps stopped. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding loudly in my chest. Summoning courage, I turned around to face him but instead of one, I was met with three familiar faces- Aunt Stephanie, Carlos and Catherine. That time around, Catherine wasn’t sitting in her wheelchair- she was standing on her two legs, and it was then I realized that they had all been in the game together right from the onset. Their expression was unreadable, and their gazes were masked wit
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