Silvia woke up…lighter. The air was cool on her skin, and the sun had just the right degree of warmth. Birds never sang at her window because of where it was creepily positioned but Silvia could swear she heard birds chirping.The moment she opened her eyes, her first thought wasn’t about pain or hunger, it was about the fact that she wasn’t starving.She had opened her mouth, been stupid, the reckless-impulsive-asking for death kind of stupid, and yet here she was, very much alive, still in possession of all her limbs, and, miraculously, not locked in a basement somewhere.She was breathing.Silvia pulled the blanket over her face, smothering the strange, half-delirious laugh bubbling up in her chest. If Rebecca had her way, Silvia would probably be dead. But Ralph had let her go.More than that, he let her eat.It was such a ridiculous thing to be excited about, but Silvia had spent too much time in this house to not understand the weight of it. Ralph Spade did not forgive. He did no
“Absolutely not”.Rebecca's jaw dropped in disbelief as if it might just unhinge and fall.“What did you just say?” she asked, voice eerily calm.On the other end of the phone, Ralph barely sounded interested. “I said absolutely not.”Rebecca’s mind struggled to process this information. “Not?”“Not.”Her ears rang. “I—”“And before you ask again,” Ralph continued, clearly exhausted, “you are not moving in. In fact, I don’t want you stepping foot in this house for at least a week.”Silence.A week?A week?!She gripped her phone tighter as if sheer force could squeeze some sense into Ralph’s head. “Ralph, darling,” she tried, keeping her voice syrupy sweet, “be serious. This isn’t a joke baby.”“I am.”“No, you’re being ridiculous.”“Rebecca—”“I am the love of your life.”“Debatable.”“I am—” She sucked in a sharp breath and stuttered. How dare he say that to her?! “Ralph. You need me there.”“I really don’t. You’re extremely useless here, you make my staff more incompetent than they
Ralph stared at the phone like it had insulted him. Honestly, it had.Twice in one day. Twice. First Rebecca, now his uncle. He had never once regretted the existence of 21st century technology more than he did at this exact moment.Clearly, it was time to get a new burner phone.He let it ring, briefly entertaining the idea of throwing it across the room and pretending he had suddenly become deaf. Maybe he could claim he had gone off the grid. But then the ringing stopped only to immediately start again.Ralph exhaled sharply and answered.“Ralph,” came his uncle’s voice, a deep, measured tone that somehow always carried a quiet weight of authority, even when he wasn’t trying.Ralph pinched the bridge of his nose. “Uncle Burke?”There was a pause. A pause Ralph recognized well. The kind of pause that meant his uncle was about to say something he wouldn’t like.“How is Silvia?”Ralph’s eye twitched.His grip on the phone tightened as he processed those three cursed words. Of all the th
Ralph leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms as he held up the DNA test kit. She turned to him, brows raised in curiosity. His voice was clipped all business. “I need a sample of your DNA.”The pan slipped from her fingers, clattering into the sink.Ralph froze.She stared at the DNA test like it was a live grenade.She hesitantly stepped forward, remaining silent as she stared at the kit in his hands. Her expression was unreadable, showing no surprise but clear confusion.Of course, she wouldn’t be. She never seemed surprised by anything. Like some quiet little idiot who had already resigned herself to whatever nonsense the world threw her way.He hated that.Ralph took a measured breath, shoving that irritation down. “Swab your cheek,” he ordered, holding out one of the sterile cotton swabs.She obeyed without a word, taking the swab and running it along the inside of her cheek before handing it back. She was as meek as ever, her movements small and precise like she was
Ralph's MansionRebecca waltzed into the mansion like she hadn’t just spent the last week banned from it. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, an arrogant rhythm that matched the smirk on her lips. Ralph had been an evil bastard all week, keeping her away like some misbehaving child, but none of that mattered now. She was here, and she would take care of the wench who had dared to sink her claws into her man and dared to give him thoughts that he could ever ban her from his own home for a bloody week!The air inside the mansion was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and aged wood, but something felt off. Typically, when she walked through those doors, Donna, the ever-dutiful housekeeper, would rush to greet her because, of course, Rebecca wasn’t just any guest. She was Ralph’s future wife, and by extension, the true authority in this house.But there was no Donna. No housekeepers, no stupid Silvia, no security standing at attention. The silence pressed against her ear
Silvia stood by and watched everything that was unfolding before her. It was so unusual for Ralph to treat Rebecca this way. His voice was sharp and merciless. This was a storm locked inside a human being.What had gotten over him?She just didn't understand. Ralph's eyes met hers, as cold as steel, and she found herself stepping back instinctively. Her breath caught. She wasn’t strong enough to hold that stare. No one was.Rebecca noticed. And like a viper, she turned.She looked as though she was about to rip her head off her neck.Silvia could literally feel the steam emanating from Rebecca's nostrils and just didn't want to have to deal with it. "You," she spat, venom dripping from the single word. It was a threat wrapped in rage.The tension was so thick, a knife could cut through it. It was suffocating."Get back to work, Silvia," Ralph demanded while Rebecca couldn't help but stare at him in disbelief."You can't be serious," she said, her eyes wide as saucers, her body tremb
Ralph paced back and forth, staring at the message on his phone. Uncle Burke. He'd been noticing his uncle's change of indifference towards Silvia lately and didn't know whether to be concerned about that or not.I think we need to have a dinner meeting once again. He typed. It would be a pleasure to meet your wife once again.Ralph's brows furrowed. And he wasn't in the mood to beat around the bush, so he went straight to the point.What do you want with my wife? The demand hung in the air, heavy with tension and a sense of impatience. Silence stretched on, each passing moment amplifying the unease as the words lingered on the screen, already read yet unanswered. Just as he was about to lose his cool, a notification chimed, signaling the arrival of a response.'Your wife is lovely, Ralph. It would be unkind of me not to pay my visit at least once in a while.'He didn't buy it.'You weren't saying this before. And you know me better than this game you're trying to play, Burke. I kn
Silvia adjusted the strap of her handbag nervously as she glanced at him.She hesitated for a moment before pushing back all her anxiety then asked the question that had been clawing at her chest. “Wh....where exactly are you taking me?” she stammered. Ralph glanced over at her, brow arched like she’d just asked something ridiculous. But something about her cautious tone made him answer.“To the hospital.""The hospital?" she repeated with a gasp. She was confused and her heart sank. All the blood drained from her face. What had happened to her mother again?Seeing her distraught, he took a moment before explaining the situation to her."Your mother’s still recovering, isn’t she? Yes, she was at home when you left her but had to be readmitted a few weeks later. She had a slightly unrelated episode. The hospital decided to keep her longer so she would make a full recovery. A heart surgery and stress are not best of friends.”Ralph had asked one of his men to keep an eye on Theresa an
As Rebecca’s threat hung in the air like smoke, acrid and choking, Julian’s grip tightened.His hold was brutal on Silvia's arm, his fingers sinking into her flesh. He began dragging her towards the door. Rebecca's eyes flashed with a victorious cruelty, Silvia worse than what she had ever witnessed. The room, previously filled with the melancholic notes of their melody, now hummed with threat."Where do you imagine you're taking me?" she asked, trying to maintain a defiant tone despite her quavering voice.He didn't say a word, his expression a mask of chilly impassiveness as he dragged her through the empty mansion. Rebecca followed behind him, her smile a ravenous one.Down the grand staircase, they descended, rich ambiance colliding with the raw terror that gripped Silvia. A fleeting catch at seeing herself in one of several gilded mirrors – a pale, disheveled woman dragged down her hallway – soured her tongue with injustice.Down they descended, into cold, moist air. Julian led
The Spire letters in her palm weighed as much as lead. The harsh, unyielding reality of Rebecca's dupery, so clever and complicated a scheme, burned her with a desperate passion. She must locate some means of making Ralph see, shattering this fiction Rebecca had gone to such lengths to weave.Her first attempt was subtle. While having dinner that evening, as Ralph recounted Rebecca's sharp words at the most recent board meeting, Silvia tactfully interrupted.The Spire deal appears to be very complicated, Ralph," she told him in a very neutral tone. "Did you scrutinize all terms carefully?"Ralph frowned, glancing at Rebecca for verification. "Rebecca promises it is a safe investment. She has a keen financial mind."Rebecca gave her a tight smile. "Of course, darling. I always have your best interests at heart." Her eyes, though, sent Silvia a stern warning.Silvia pressed on softly. "But long-term forecasts, are they as favorable as they appear?"Ralph's brow furrowed deeper, a glint
The unease Julian Vance had caused lingered in Silvia's mind, a crack in the despondency wall that had begun to surround her. His words, vague but unsettling, implied an added degree of manipulation, one extending outside Ralph's personal domain and into the bedrock of his empire.The suspense at home reached its climax. Rebecca sensed Ralph's veiled shift in attitude – fleeting, confusing seconds of indecision, a flicker of old resolve struggling to take its rightful place – strengthened her grip all the more.Her commands became insistent, her control absolute. She stood over Ralph at every turn, her voice soft and commanding, protecting him ever more from every conceivable reminder of his history.Silvia was laying out dinner, her movements slow and precise in an attempt to hold on to her disorganized existence. Ralph entered the dining area, forehead furrowed, with a photo in his hands – a photo of Ralph and Silvia horsing around on their honeymoon. It was a photo Rebecca somehow
The transformation in Ralph's personality bled over from within the bounds of their love relationship; it crossed over into his business as well. The forceful, resolute businessman Silvia had admired was now waffling, looking for Rebecca's opinion on even the most minor decisions. Rebecca, an opportunist to her core, exploited this flaw, inserting herself into every facet of his business.Boardroom conferences, previously Ralph's domain, now included Rebecca by his side, offering uninvited advice and inserting her opinion at will. The other executives, initially shocked by her ungraceful return and at her assertive nature, learned with little effort that going against her meant going against Ralph, who was still very much incapacitated. A chill of gray spread through the ranks of professionals, complaints regarding Ralph's use of Rebecca muttered behind closed doors.Silvia, relegated to the role of silent onlooker, would occasionally overhear fragments of conversation between Ralp
The silence of Burke's despair and inability weighed heavily on Silvia. Even his fleeting friendship had been a whispered acknowledgment of the truth Rebecca so tirelessly concealed. But beyond their quiet, the party continued, muffled in its glittering pretense. Each metallic laugh, each artificial compliment, was another ripple of despair flooding Silvia's beach, steadily eroding what little remained to her.At a later hour, flushed with triumph and several glasses of champagne, Rebecca nudged her way through a throng of people to Silvia, pilfering glasses from an empty side table. Her eyes flashed with mischievous delight."You know, Silvia," she slurred somewhat, her tone had lost its sharp bite behind its pretended jollity, "you almost look like you belong here—if one squints, and conveniently forgets you're on the payroll." She added a dry laugh at the end of her remark.The lively chatter around her faded into a dull hum, intensified by Rebecca’s probing questions."Maybe you
The ensuing weeks descended into a stifling routine for Silvia. The mansion that had stood as a communal sanctuary now became a gilded cage. Ralph was still blind to everything, his gaze fixed on Rebecca with an unsettling blend of need and adoration.Buoyed by her unchallenged command, Rebecca began exercising her power with greater assertiveness. She would summon Silvia with a snap of her finger, ordering her with a flick of her wrist. The silk garments that once flowed over Silvia now fell over Rebecca's frame, a quiet, visual reminder of the life that was deceptively taken from her.She was meticulously polishing the great piano in the music room one afternoon, a job she used to delight in doing, often humming a little melody to herself as she cleaned when Rebecca and Ralph entered, speaking in soft, conspiratorial tones."The Duniq gala is this week, sweetheart," Rebecca told him, her possessive grip on Ralph's arm. "All has to be perfect. I want Silvia to coordinate all the de
The days folded into weeks, every one a dull routine of polishing, cleaning, and serving. Silvia glided through the great house like a ghost, her footsteps silent on the marble, her gaze down. Ralph's disinterest was a weight to her, a stifling shroud of sadness. Rebecca's insults, once razor-edged and cruel, were now an aching throb, a reminder of her diminished station.In reflective surfaces, she would see snippets of her past: a beautiful perfume bottle on a vanity she once shared with Ralph, a picture on a bookshelf showing them both laughing and untroubled on their wedding day. Every reflection was a splinter from a broken mirror, a painful reminder of her vibrant, happy life snatched away.Hope, obstinate emberlike, smoldered and went out. The unaccommodating impossibility of penetrating Ralph's amnesia, and Rebecca's remorseless coercion, appeared an insuperable obstacle. He often looked at her with polite insensitivity, a foreigner in his house, as Rebecca smiled at him, vi
The sun was setting.The opulent foyer of the mansion was uncomfortable for Silvia. Recently, she'd dusted these sparkling floors as Ralph's maid, not a wife now. The marble was cold on her knees now as she erased an evanescent stain from it, her nostrils flaring at the pungent cleaning agent. The odor was a harsh reminder of a life left behind: one of drudgery and suppressed resentment.Wearing one of the silk robes belonging to Silvia as an act of appropriation, Rebecca was in the doorway, her half glass of champagne in her hand. Her quick, calculating gaze passed over Silvia with unguarded amusement."Seriously, Silvia," Rebecca slurred, mixing her amber drink in its glass, "you're far too sloppy. Mr. Spade is a perfectionist. Don't you recall?"The jab hit close to home. Mr. Spade. The formality was a barrier between them, an obstinate erasing of their closeness. Her knuckles gripped the scrub brush tightly."Yes, Miss Wilson," she replied flatly, anger no longer flowing through
Silvia was assaulted like a slap in the face by the antiseptic smell of the hospital room, utterly contrasting to Ralph's warmth just hours previously. Warmth that was now nothing more than an illusion, an apparition only by way of memory of what was now gone in the screams of skidded tires and breaking glass.Rebecca's grin grew wide, like a snake uncoiling in triumph. Her words oozed syrupy sweetness, every line a planned stab in Silvia's belly: "I told you, sweetheart. He knows whose side is next to him."Silvia found her voice, though her voice shook. "Ralph, it's me. Your wife. Silvia." She took a step closer, her gaze locked with his vacant eyes, hoping for a flicker of recognition, a spark of her beloved husband.He furrowed his brow, a wrinkle of confusion tracing its way across his face. "Wife?" He used the term as though it was unfamiliar, his tone coarse. He looked at Rebecca with a silent questioning gaze. Her other hand gripped his more firmly. "Don't strain yourself, m