Three

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*Nine years later*

In the midst of the elegant and ornate room, Sienna Clairvoyant, who now goes by the name Sienna Williams, sat poised in a tailored black suit, gracefully listening to the interviewer ask about her late husband.

Sienna's once short black hair was now a thick shade of brown, cascading perfectly over her shoulder in a 2a wavy curls. A bright shade of red lipstick caressed her lips. The tinge of concealer helped define her cheekbones in a sharp cut, giving her an appearance of a supermodel. It was quite an upgrade from the once timid and abused twenty-two year old girl.

"Mrs Williams, once again, accept my heartfelt condolences at the loss of your husband," the woman who sat on the opposite end was a cheerful, brown haired woman in her early forties.

"Oh, thank you, Eloise. I miss him everyday," replied Sienna with a sad smile on her face, her thoughts drifting to the last memories of her late husband, Octavio Williams.

"So, Mrs Williams, you’ve been asked this question a lot but you've never given a clear answer, and this leaves people wondering about your transparency. Is it true that you married your husband for his money? And, his children? How did the stomach the fact that you are now the sole heir of his properties?"

Indeed, Sienna had been asked that question a lot, and every time, she gave them an answer that had them questioning a lot of things. The truth is, she did loved her husband, even though he was twice her age. Maybe, not love in the typical husband and wife sense, but she did love him. He was her saviour. He took her out of the grave that night and stood by her every step of the way, even with her plans for vengeance, right till his last breath. Yes, Sienna loved her husband.

"Yes, I married my husband for his money," Sienna answered, a subtle glow adorned her features, a proof to the strength she had grown over the years.

"But I also married him because I loved him," she added. "No man will want to marry an ugly woman. While he certainly married her because of some qualities she possessed, her beauty contributed to his decision to marry her. Its the same thing. My husband, may his soul rest in peace, married me because of my beauty, just like I married him for his money," Sienna's response had left the interviewer, as well as the men behind the camera lens astounded. She was well aware of the thousands of people watching her, certain that a majority of them were already cursing her.

An innocent smile spread across her face as the interviewer struggled to regain her composure. "Well, Mrs Williams, thank you for your honesty. I think that clears the rumours about your marriage,” she said. Sienna sensed judgement lingering in her words that remained unsaid, but it left her unfazed. She'd grown immune to it.

"So, what's next for you Mrs Williams? I assume you're taking full control over your husband's companies. Will you be managing them alongside his son?"

Suddenly, Sienna's phone vibrated, disrupting the still tense atmosphere. Sienna excused herself with a polite smile, stepping into the corridor to answer the call.

"Sienna, I know you're in the middle of an interview, but this can't wait," a dark, edgy voice spoke from Sienna's receiving end. It was Damien, her late husband's eldest child.

"Talk to me,"

Damien sighed dejectedly on the other end, making Sienna worry. "Rylee has been suspended from school,"

Sienna froze. The news of her daughter's suspension pierced the air, injecting urgency into her composed demeanor.

"What do you mean suspended? What happened? Is Brylee okay?” Sienna asked in reference to her other daughter. Without a moment's hesitation, Sienna rushed out of the building owned by her and as soon as her driver spotted her scurrying toward him, he rushed to open the door.

Arriving at the school, Sienna was met with an unexpected sight – her daughter Rylee a total mess. Her school uniform was torn, her hair dishevelled and blood thick on her nostrils.

"Oh my goodness me! Rylee! What happened to you baby? Are you okay?" Sienna asked, inspecting her daughter's arm for any more possible bruises.

"She's okay mama, should have seen the boy," Brylee, Rylee's twin interjected with a proud smile on her face.

"A boy? You fought a boy?" Sienna exclaimed in disbelief, her eyes darting between her daughters.

Both girls were a mirror image of each other in many ways. Their jet-black hair which they got from the mother, cascaded in sleek waves, however, their feline eyes of forest green colour they inherited from their father.

Despite their identical appearance, subtle differences set them apart. Brylee's features softened by a sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheeks, while Rylee, though lacking these features, possessed an air of confidence. Her intense gaze hints a depth of maturity beyond her years, while her sister exudes a sense of calmness. Often times, one mistook Rylee for the elder sister as she was more stern, but Brylee was the older one, by three minutes.

"She's been suspended for two weeks for beating the kid, almost leaving him unconscious. It is because of your donations to the school that she wasn't dismissed," Damien spoke up, his presence reassuring.

"Jesus, Rylee. You can't go around hitting other kids," Sienna spoke. She was well aware of her youngest inability to control her temper.

"I can and I will. He was bullying Brylee okay? And he spoke shit about you and grandpa Octavio," the little one spat, stomping her foot on the ground and folding her little arms.

"Language, Rylee. You know the punishment for using foul language," Sienna warned.

"But mummy! He called you a skank whore! That's foul language too," Brylee defended her twin.

Sienna sighed in defeat. Clearly, this wasn't an issue that could be sorted out in school premises. Sienna turned to Damien and gave him an appreciative smile, to which he shook his head dismissively.

"Let's go girls. We'll talk about your punishment at home Rylee," Sienna spoke, leading her girls towards the car. She turned to Damien with a worried expression on her face.

"We'll talk about it at home. I'll ride behind you girls," he dismissed. Sienna nodded. Rylee and Brylee turned, waving at Damien with majestic smiles.

"Bye Uncle Daddy Damien," they called out cohesively. Sienna smiled at the interaction between her girls and Damien, her heart threatening to combust with joy.

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