All Chapters of This Ain't A Fairy Tale: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

 After Mera finished dressing my wound I am pushed into the closet to change. I nearly forgot that I am just wrapped in a towel. “Zam, we will be downstairs.” Mera said as I listen to them from inside my closet and wear something warmer. “Okay, see you there. Ah! Cole?” I said remembering what my parents told me. “What?” a cold voice answered from behind the door. “Can you please stay for a while? I have something I want to tell you.” I said but I heard no reply making me feel odd. What do you expect from the ever-cold Cole? I then heard the door closed. The heck! Did that ice-cold princess leave when I asked him to stay? “Cole! Cole!” I keep on calling at him when I hear no more voices and no reply. I am starting to get annoyed, what a sicko. He has no manner at all

 I am watching the four beings makeover by Deandra Mulsifier, my trainer in Canada before who is a famous actress in Italy and a great at disguising. I just called my beloved actress teacher for this party of mine to be fun. Mera and Henry keep on taking deep breaths as they twist in their seat while their eyes are closed the whole time. Denvert and Jake are also across them receiving some major make-over. I keep on covering my mouth so that I won’t laugh loudly seeing their transformation. I am already dressed and transformed by Deandra so I am just sitting on the soft sofa in the room. I am wearing a black man’s slacks and a black blazer covering a blue dress shirt. On the pocket of my blazer is our family emblem, a phoenix. People keep on saying that my grandfather is revered as a phoenix of wealth that is why the family emblem is a golden phoenix. That like the phoenix is a legendary bird that lived 500 years and burned itself to ashes but will rose aliv

 I am silently looking at my notebook; I am now in our mini office as I sit on my chair. I am currently writing my lesson plan as my co-practice teachers are writing also their lessons and the others are checking their students’ papers. We are already in our practice teaching at Werna High School of Home industries. Rose on the other hand is sent with her team to Saint Joseph High School. It has been 3 months passed and my so-called project is nearly done thanks to the others. Henry looks into the construction and every time I will meet up with them to talk about the project Marlon and Austin seem to change. They are now laughing with Cole and the others every time I will crack a joke. They are also loosening up. I smile upon remembering how they narrated to me their experiences throughout the construction. I remember how Cole relates to me how Marlon fell on the muddy field where the stables for the horses will be built. They also added an Equestrian subject and

 “Can you tell us first your reason for saying Sam’s a murderer?” I said as I look at his face. “Who are you? I call the security, don’t come here and blame someone with something they didn’t do.” Henry came in looking as angry as he approaches us. I look at him so angry. “Just stand back and listen you jerk.” I said and everyone went silent with the coldness and seriousness of my tone. I look at Henry to see his painful expression. I look away and look back to this Sammuel guy. I got the feeling that something is about to happen as I loo at Mera to see her smirking cunningly as she looks at me. “Again my name is Sammuel Miguel. I am a famous pianist in England. I have a best friend who is far more amazing and talented than I. He taught me everything I know. His name is Jerwel Prime. SHE… is his cunning gold-digging wife.

 “That is not right at all, father, she is just an outsider. She doesn’t even know how to manage the whole business.” Marz said angrily making me and Mera raise our eyebrows at him. “Did he just call you an outsider? HE who is not even blood-related? The nerve!” Mera said and I know everyone heard it too. I see how Marz and the others look at her angrily and they are about to speak when my father suddenly stands. “Marz, mind your words. All of us in here know WHO the REAL outsiders are, SHE is MY daughter. I AM Victorio Alvares Villaflor III’s REAL son; Zam is a full-blood Villaflor so you have no right to even call her an outsider. Don’t forget the position you are in Marz before you speak.” My father said firmly and for the first time I have seen him look so scary like now, I can see that everyone is also baffled but they remained silent.