Chapter 5: Get the hell out of my House

Chapter 5: Get the hell out of my House

Madison’s face turned pale, and she asked, her voice laced with urgency, "The fuck you mean Mila?"

"Madam Sally, Miss Madison, have you prepared everything I asked for?" At that moment, a voice interrupted, light and brisk, with a tone that carried undeniable authority. Myla stepped into the room, her presence commanding attention as she raised an eyebrow slightly, her gaze unwavering.

"Mila!!" Madison gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief as she jumped to her feet.

"How could this be possible... weren't you..." Sally stammered, her face drained of color. She blinked several times, trying to make sense of the sight before her. It was as if the world had tilted on its axis—how could this woman be here? Wasn't Myla dead?

Madison stood frozen, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she stared at the woman before her. The years had clearly been kind to her, and yet, there was an eerie chill in the air that made it hard to believe what her eyes were seeing.

The woman in front of her was a vision of maturity and grace, far beyond the girl she remembered. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back in waves, as smooth and dark as a midnight river. Her skin was flawless, pale like porcelain, and her beauty was enough to stop anyone in their tracks. But what struck Madison the most was the coldness in her eyes—eyes that had once been bright and full of life, but now, they were as sharp and cold as a blade.

The calm yet chilling gaze she bore seemed to pierce through everything, as though she could see into the very depths of one's soul. Madison’s heart thudded painfully in her chest, and her mind raced. This was Mila. But how?

"Mila..." she murmured, barely able to comprehend the reality standing before her.

The woman’s face was unmistakable, even if time had changed her. No matter how much she had changed, no matter how much she had grown, that face, those eyes—they were still the same.

Mila. Alive.

Madison’s breath hitched as she tried to take in the impossible reality. The shock coursed through her veins, and the silence between them seemed endless.

"How... how is this possible? You're... supposed to be dead!" Madison finally blurted out, her voice cracking under the weight of her disbelief.

Myla didn't answer immediately. She scanned the room, her expression unreadable. Her gaze flickered briefly across the space, but there was no trace of familiarity or warmth in it—just an unsettling emptiness. It was clear she wasn’t here to reminisce.

Madison’s anxiety began to rise as she noticed something unsettling in the atmosphere. "Say something!" she pleaded, her voice rising in desperation.

At last, Myla looked at her, her lips curling into the faintest of smiles. But there was no warmth in it, only cold calculation. "So, Carson Corp is two billion dollars in debt. Congratulations. I never thought it was possible to run a company this bad but you both have just accomplished it." she said calmly, each word like a cold slap. 

"Anyways, since it's my company now and I call the shots, I will be selling this entire estate to cover the debt. You and your mother need to leave immediately. And if you don’t cooperate, I will have no choice but to use force."

Sally, still trying to wrap her mind around the situation, shook her head in disbelief. "Hold up. You're the one who bought Carson Corp?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Madison’s mind raced. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. "Mila, dearest sister, what are you trying to do?" she demanded, a mix of fear and confusion in her voice.

Myla turned to face her fully, her gaze unwavering. "Bitch, did I stutter?! ” 

A palpable sense of pressure filled the room. Madison suddenly felt as though the air had thickened, as if the walls were closing in on her. It became hard to breathe, and she found herself gasping for air. The intensity of Myla's presence was overwhelming, and the woman before her seemed to radiate an aura that was far colder, more intimidating than the one Myla had once had.

Sally, too, was shaken. She was beginning to fear that the woman before them was not just a ghost of the past, but something far darker, someone who had returned from the grave to claim what was hers. Madison’s pulse quickened, and her instinct told her that this woman wasn’t here for any good purpose. Was she here to drag them to ruin?

Just then, a voice called out from outside the room. "Madam, Miss, someone from the Sterling Inc has arrived."

Madison's heart skipped a beat, a sudden realization dawning on her.Sterling Inc. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or more worried, but it was a shift nonetheless. This wasn’t the time for confrontation. She needed answers.

But as the door opened, Madison realized that her thoughts might not have mattered. Sterling Inc had arrived indeed, and more than one person had come.

Myla’s instinctive glance toward the door only deepened the uncertainty in her eyes. When her gaze settled on the man who led the group, dressed in an immaculate suit and polished shoes, her expression darkened. But it was only for a moment. She quickly regained her composure, her face betraying no emotion.

Madison rushed forward to greet them, but to her surprise, it was Lowe who had come in person. His gaze immediately fell on Myla, and for a split second, his eyes betrayed his shock.

Myla, however, did not spare him a glance. She acted as though he didn’t exist, her focus entirely on Madison. Her eyes locked onto hers with a cold intensity that made Madison shudder.

"Madison," Myla’s voice was low but firm, as cold as ice. "You got ten minutes to get your mother and your stuff the hell out of my house!"