Once their cars drove in through the huge black gate, Violet glanced through the tinted glass window of her rear seat and her jaws dropped in amazement, shock, surprise, what was it that she could give as a name to her present state? Her jaw and mouth were dropped in awe. ‘Is this a house?’ Her subconscious mind asked.
“Of course it is, young Mrs.” The driver replied and she looked at him. Did she just spill it out her thoughts? He understood her reactions and just smiled at her. “Don’t worry young Mrs, it’s not a big deal to think aloud.” He said and her cheeks turned red in shame.The car had turned round a huge fountain to the main entrance where it stopped and the guards came and opened the rear seat for Ramon and Violet to come out. Once Ramon came out, he extended his hand towards Violet and she looked at his face, stunned by his behavior. The same man that didn’t look at her during the long car ride from her home town was acting all nice towards her all of a sudden.“Even though it is just this one time, I bet he is trying to be a gentleman that he has never been.” She murmured and then took his hand. She came out of the car and the sight in front of her made her gasp a second time.For real, the house before her was very huge. ‘Is this a house?’ No! It wasn’t just a house, it was a castle. She began to wonder if at all this her husband wasn’t some sort of a royal prince. ‘Well, if that is the case, then handsome Connor must be a prince too.’ Her thoughts had grown wild but she quickly regained her composure and looked at her surrounding with keen attention.The huge compound had two open garden spaces. They were large enough to host over 600 guests per space, alongside tables and many others. The compound was very big enough that the family could hold any event of their choice just in the compound there.‘Just how big is this house and just who the heck are these people actually? I can’t help but have doubts about Connor.’ She thought.
“Welcome to the family, Violet.” A voice greeted her warmly and she turned her head to see Ramon’s parents, standing by the door, smiling happily. Everyone in the house had come out to welcome the couple that had returned from the big day. All the maids were out alongside the guards, the chef and his cooks.The whole Fridling family was out to welcome the newly married couple; Kimora stood holding Clara’s hand, Ramon’s parents who had arrived before the couple were standing in front happily. Who would have thought that they were going to be standing there to welcome them home? Worst still, the happiness on their faces was priceless. Violet sure had never seen such a happy couple before, she was used to seeing her mother smile and the mile fades away almost immediately. To her, her mom was the perfect actress and her dad was a sweet tyrant.‘I can’t be thinking of those people when I am here.’ She thought and quickly shrugged the comparison between her parents and her parents-in-law.She smiled as Ramon’s parents welcomed her with open arms, followed by Connor, Clara, Kimora and lastly, a woman who looked exactly like Ramon but she wasn’t smiling. She looked at the frowning lady for quite a while.‘Why is she looking at me like this?’ Violet thought and took her eyes away from the lady. She had heard of ladies who always acted as intimidating towards the new comers in their family. This lady before her was no exception at all, in fact, she was even worst.But this is Violet we are talking about, a lady boss and a wild fire. Does she really stand a chance against Violet? Violet’s smile answered it all, her presence in that house wasn’t welcomed, by someone who was trying to be annoying, right at the entrance.‘There seem to be some people grieving over this whole marriage thing in this family.’ She thought.“That is not how you welcome a new member of the family, Ella.” Her mother in law scolded but Ella hissed.“Like I care about some wannabe member of the family! Was it supposed to be her, of all the other ladies?” Ella complained and shot one glance at Violet.“Get ready for war, because your stay in this house will never be sweet.” She added and went inside the house.Violet just smiled a little, accepting the challenge in her heart. She was waiting patiently, to see whose stay in that house was going to be unbearable.“Don’t mind Ella. She just likes acting hostile towards the new members of the family.” Her mother in law told her and she nodded.“Thanks a lot, aunt.” Ramon’s mom frowned at the words that she spoke.“No Violet. You should call me mother or mom. We are your family now.” She told Violet who accepted almost immediately. For the first time in her life, she heard someone being so sincere to her.All her life, she had known but pretense from the woman who gave birth to her. at one moment, she will smile with her and in the next moment, she will frown like she never was smiling before. To Violet, her mom won the price of best actress. So she had to be surprised because Ramon’s mom was nothing like her mom. His dad was just as his mom, open books to read, which made her have second thoughts o the actual reason why she came to the house of the Fridlings.
“Let’s go in. tomorrow isn’t far anymore. Breakfast will be an amazing welcoming one.” The father said and they all went inside, leading Violet to enter first.The moment, she stepped in the house, she felt something odd. Like a strange presence in the house. She felt it, magical power, very intense, very strong. But the question was what person could bring out such immense power? Who was the odd person?Ramon’s family all came out, the maids, the cook, guards and the butler too were all outside.
But Ella went inside the house, so it means she might be the one. “I_” The magic power sensation was gone, completely gone, like it was never before. “Now that is weird.” She mumbled too herself, determined to find out the source of the strange presence as soon as possible.As soon as her eyes saw the inside once she stepped in, she gasped for the second time in that evening. The house was more than big on the inside. It was beautiful, extraordinarily beautiful. The first things that welcomed her were the two giant plant pots that stood just some feet away from the door.They were golden in color and had the most beautiful plants in them. The plants look like the plants of nut trees, only that they are shorter and more beautiful than the nut plants. Her eyes lingered around, the vast empty hall space she had just entered. It was filled with artificial plants and many other beautiful accessories that made it look like an in-house garden. The huge chandelier gave it the impression of them being in the garden, under the beautiful sunlight as it took the role of the sun.Violet’s parents were wealthy, but not as wealthy as her husband’s parents. Was this actually what her parents were after? Was this the reason she was
The climb was just a single climb but it felt like she had climbed forever. Her face was covered in sweat and she had begun zipping down the zip of her heavy gown.Her eyes blinked numerous number of times as sweat drops re shaped her eyelids. At that moment, she began to plead with her creator for her to get to her room quickly so she could get out of the heavy gown and step into a cold bath.“How long more do I have to walk before getting to my room?” She found herself asking.“Not too long.” The one who walked beside her replied and she groaned aloud. That was a word to tell her that there was more than a long way to go for her before she could reach her room. When she looked at the servants that were assigned to her, she shook her head.“No wonder they are so tiny.” She muttered to herself and kept following them. The maids looked trustworthy but then she still needed to be al
Violet gasped at the door in front of her. Of course she was expecting a heaven as her room but the door of what she imagined as her heaven, was far too big for her little mind to contain. It was thrice the size of the door she had imagined will be her room.After entering the house and seeing how vast it was, she began imagining how her own inner space will look like. She imagined her inner space to have a door, gigantic, just one opening, brown in colour and super thick. She imagined it to have yellow flower patterns and then also green plant patterns. She imagined her bedroom to be really big, twice her bedroom back at her hometown, with a king-sized four post bed in the middle of the room.She wanted to have a very large window that could allow her to view the garden and the big fountain that was situated at the entrance of the house. She was so happy with her imaginations but what was before her was more than her imaginations.&nbs
•••“We are sincerely sorry, Ma’am Violet. You weren’t supposed to get close to the door, but Aiyana insisted on letting you get close. Your sister’s room is permanently closed and her keys are with Sir Ramon. He holds the keys to her bedroom and no one, not even us can get into the room.” Marys said.The ‘Not even us’ part made her realize that these two weren’t just seen as maids, they seemed to be more.The door, the heaviness in her heart, the unexplainable sadness, everything made sense to her now. She was feeling that way, because of the bond she and Scarlet share as sisters. She might be death, but they are still sisters and their bond hence is still strong. She had thought of so many reasons but she never thought of the fact that the door opposite was the door leading to her sister’s bedroom.Seeing a property of her sister once
She shook in her sleep, moving her head about on the pillow, sweat covered her face and neck and her hair was scattered over the bed pillow. She turned once and then twice and then thrice, to the left, to the right and back to the left, repeating the cycle even more faster. After a few seconds, Violet completely opened her eyes and woke up, sitting upright, panting heavily like she was running, but, she was sleeping.She had been dreaming...“But it felt so real.” She looked at her night gown and it was soaking wet. Did she sweat that much in her sleep? She wondered and then checked the blanket. It was also wet but not as wet as the thin dress on her body.She opened her eyes like she got stung. “Why does it feel wet under me?” She asked herself and quickly got up from the bed to see it soaking wet.“No way, this can never be sweat. Did I sweat this much? Or did I wee on t
As they stepped out of the elevator into the big living room, Violet gasped and dropped her sari to the ground. This was more than awesome and words couldn’t even describe how the sitting room was. it was more than amazing, more of a fairy tale than reality. Everything in the house still got her wondering what the family could do as work that gave them the opportunity to live in such great fortune. At least her family owns farms back in her village but as for them, she has no clue.“The whole family must be waiting for you.” Aiyana told her and then they turned to the left of the large dining room. Indeed the whole family was waiting for her because her coming brought silence in the dining.“And finally, our sleeping beauty wakes up from her deep sleep.” Ramon’s mother jokes and the whole table joins in her smile, resuming their chatter. Ella, Ramon’s elder sister was the only one who didn&rsqu
“I said let me be. I want to see my father.” Little Clara cried as the maids carried her away. Her long jet black hair flipped as she turned her head trying to squeeze herself from their grasps, giving it an impression of a golden hue. Actually, it wasn’t an impression at all, it seemed as if her jet black hair was becoming golden.“Did her hair just turn golden or my eyes deceive me?” Violet asked. She was certain there was some golden transformation of the child’s hair.“Just your eyes deceiving, Milady. The child has shiny black hair, similar to her dad’s own and so it tends to give you impressions whereas it is not the case.”“But I must say Milady, Clara is a difficult child.” Marys stated. Violet just looked at the corridor even as they couldn’t see Clara nor the maids that struggled to carry her.From the looks of things, she didn’t n
Flashes of the recent incident crossed her mind. Violet decided to walk on her own, besides her personal maids needed to attend to the “pressing” matters that seemed to be happening.She just walked away from them but not without looking at Clara who looked around with intense murderous looks.Thinking about it, when Connor caught her that day, she had a glimpse of his eyes changing impressions. They turned blue and red but were more gentle and not fierce. It should be something this family shares as a trait which she doesn’t find surprising, rather.Perhaps her surprise the previous evening and that morning was because she wasn’t expecting a drama immediately after her wedding.However, this family had skeletons in their cupboards that she was yet to expose to sunlight, her sunlight. If she had to achieve the huge task ahead of her, she needed to expose all this
Why was he calling her now, at this time? Couldn’t he have waited much longer before he called. She knew very well why he had to call her and she wasn’t ready to answer his call, especially not in a corridor as this. The walls could sell her out and she be thrown out of that hose without accomplishing a single mission, to her parents who might just kill her. She was powerful but not enough compared to her father. She could not measure up to him and besides, even if she went to any part of this world, he would still find her and kill her if she ever tries to run after a failed mission.She quickly ran to her room, entered inside and locked the door, ensuring one last time that the door was locked. Luckily for her, the phone stopped ringing but she was shocked when the call came back not too long after.She swallowed nervously and answered the call. “H-Hello!” she answered and silence was the answer she got.
Chaos! Disaster! Instill fright! Those were the sole purposes of the enemy.But in this case, the enemy was after something, something Violet was after coincidentally. They stood in an empty room, as a circle, with black hoods covering their faces. Not a single one of them could be seen. In the middle of the circle which they formed, stood a crystal ball. One that could aid them monitor movements and even communicate with their boss. As of now, they had just finished monitoring Clara and immediately, everything went dark as silence slowly crept in. Not long after, a voice, deep, husky and scary, could be heard through the ball. “The kid has potential.” The voice said and they all bowed unanimously, in approval. One of them cleared his throat and spoke. “Yes master. She has great potential, she displays everything we need in the family vessel. Could she be the one? Should we go for her?” The man asked but judgi
Flashes of the recent incident crossed her mind. Violet decided to walk on her own, besides her personal maids needed to attend to the “pressing” matters that seemed to be happening.She just walked away from them but not without looking at Clara who looked around with intense murderous looks.Thinking about it, when Connor caught her that day, she had a glimpse of his eyes changing impressions. They turned blue and red but were more gentle and not fierce. It should be something this family shares as a trait which she doesn’t find surprising, rather.Perhaps her surprise the previous evening and that morning was because she wasn’t expecting a drama immediately after her wedding.However, this family had skeletons in their cupboards that she was yet to expose to sunlight, her sunlight. If she had to achieve the huge task ahead of her, she needed to expose all this
“I said let me be. I want to see my father.” Little Clara cried as the maids carried her away. Her long jet black hair flipped as she turned her head trying to squeeze herself from their grasps, giving it an impression of a golden hue. Actually, it wasn’t an impression at all, it seemed as if her jet black hair was becoming golden.“Did her hair just turn golden or my eyes deceive me?” Violet asked. She was certain there was some golden transformation of the child’s hair.“Just your eyes deceiving, Milady. The child has shiny black hair, similar to her dad’s own and so it tends to give you impressions whereas it is not the case.”“But I must say Milady, Clara is a difficult child.” Marys stated. Violet just looked at the corridor even as they couldn’t see Clara nor the maids that struggled to carry her.From the looks of things, she didn’t n
As they stepped out of the elevator into the big living room, Violet gasped and dropped her sari to the ground. This was more than awesome and words couldn’t even describe how the sitting room was. it was more than amazing, more of a fairy tale than reality. Everything in the house still got her wondering what the family could do as work that gave them the opportunity to live in such great fortune. At least her family owns farms back in her village but as for them, she has no clue.“The whole family must be waiting for you.” Aiyana told her and then they turned to the left of the large dining room. Indeed the whole family was waiting for her because her coming brought silence in the dining.“And finally, our sleeping beauty wakes up from her deep sleep.” Ramon’s mother jokes and the whole table joins in her smile, resuming their chatter. Ella, Ramon’s elder sister was the only one who didn&rsqu
She shook in her sleep, moving her head about on the pillow, sweat covered her face and neck and her hair was scattered over the bed pillow. She turned once and then twice and then thrice, to the left, to the right and back to the left, repeating the cycle even more faster. After a few seconds, Violet completely opened her eyes and woke up, sitting upright, panting heavily like she was running, but, she was sleeping.She had been dreaming...“But it felt so real.” She looked at her night gown and it was soaking wet. Did she sweat that much in her sleep? She wondered and then checked the blanket. It was also wet but not as wet as the thin dress on her body.She opened her eyes like she got stung. “Why does it feel wet under me?” She asked herself and quickly got up from the bed to see it soaking wet.“No way, this can never be sweat. Did I sweat this much? Or did I wee on t
•••“We are sincerely sorry, Ma’am Violet. You weren’t supposed to get close to the door, but Aiyana insisted on letting you get close. Your sister’s room is permanently closed and her keys are with Sir Ramon. He holds the keys to her bedroom and no one, not even us can get into the room.” Marys said.The ‘Not even us’ part made her realize that these two weren’t just seen as maids, they seemed to be more.The door, the heaviness in her heart, the unexplainable sadness, everything made sense to her now. She was feeling that way, because of the bond she and Scarlet share as sisters. She might be death, but they are still sisters and their bond hence is still strong. She had thought of so many reasons but she never thought of the fact that the door opposite was the door leading to her sister’s bedroom.Seeing a property of her sister once
Violet gasped at the door in front of her. Of course she was expecting a heaven as her room but the door of what she imagined as her heaven, was far too big for her little mind to contain. It was thrice the size of the door she had imagined will be her room.After entering the house and seeing how vast it was, she began imagining how her own inner space will look like. She imagined her inner space to have a door, gigantic, just one opening, brown in colour and super thick. She imagined it to have yellow flower patterns and then also green plant patterns. She imagined her bedroom to be really big, twice her bedroom back at her hometown, with a king-sized four post bed in the middle of the room.She wanted to have a very large window that could allow her to view the garden and the big fountain that was situated at the entrance of the house. She was so happy with her imaginations but what was before her was more than her imaginations.&nbs
The climb was just a single climb but it felt like she had climbed forever. Her face was covered in sweat and she had begun zipping down the zip of her heavy gown.Her eyes blinked numerous number of times as sweat drops re shaped her eyelids. At that moment, she began to plead with her creator for her to get to her room quickly so she could get out of the heavy gown and step into a cold bath.“How long more do I have to walk before getting to my room?” She found herself asking.“Not too long.” The one who walked beside her replied and she groaned aloud. That was a word to tell her that there was more than a long way to go for her before she could reach her room. When she looked at the servants that were assigned to her, she shook her head.“No wonder they are so tiny.” She muttered to herself and kept following them. The maids looked trustworthy but then she still needed to be al