All Chapters of Fallen Angel:The rise of a new Legacy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2: Charity gala Catherine and Emma exchanged nervous glances, their faces pale. They knew better than to cross Emilia, not now that she had the upper hand. The rest of the day passed in a blur of preparations for the gala. Emilia spent hours getting ready, her dress a stunning black gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair was styled in an elegant updo, and her makeup was flawless. As she descended the staircase, Catherine and Emma looked up at her with a mix of fear and awe. They knew they were in the presence of something powerful, something that could destroy them if they weren't careful. *** As Emilia finished getting ready, she made her way to the garage, where her latest model black Maybach awaited her. She slipped into the luxurious leather seat, feeling the softness envelop her. The driver closed the door behind her, and Emilia let out a deep breath, relaxing into the comfort of the car. As the driver navigated through the streets, Emilia's m

Chapter 4: Funeral Three days later, the Winston estate was transformed into a sea of white as mourners gathered to pay their respects to the late Emilia Winston. A large photograph of Emilia was prominently displayed on the wall, surrounded by flowers and candles. Friends, business associates, and acquaintances filled the room, their faces somber and their attire immaculately white. Members of the media mingled with the crowd, their cameras and notebooks at the ready. The board of directors of the Winston company was also present, their expressions suitably grave. Catherine Winston, flanked by her children Emma and Ryan, stood at the forefront of the gathering. All three were dressed in white, their faces etched with fake concern and their eyes dry with pretended tears. They greeted the mourners with somber nods and hollow condolences, their performances convincing to none but themselves. As the ceremony progressed, the hypocrisy in the room was palpable. The Winston family's

Chapter 6: The Encounter Emilia stood on the sidewalk, watching as the sports car sped away into the distance. Her mind was racing with thoughts - what just happened? Was the world running mad? All she wanted to do was ask for the name of the city she was in, since she had no memories of anything. But the woman's behavior had been weird, repeatedly calling her "sister Emilia" and even kneeling before her. Emilia dismissed the thoughts, thinking maybe the woman had mistaken her for someone else. What she needed to do was find her family, if she had one. But if she did have a family, why hadn't they come looking for her? Were they alive or dead? These and many more questions filled her head, making her feel dizzy and disoriented. As she began walking, trying to clear her head, she spotted a crowd of people gathering around a man stepping out of a black sleek Rolls-Royce. The man was guarded by men who seemed to be ushering him into a building, their faces stern and serious. Emilia w

Chapter 8: The dinner party. Marcus entered his study, unaware of the eyes that had been watching him from the shadows. Amelia, his daughter, had been standing outside the room listening to their conversation discreetly, her face burning with anger. She had long coveted the Passion of Hearts necklace, begging her father to get it for her, but he always brushed her off, saying he was too busy. Now, seeing him gift the very same necklace to a stranger, Amelia seethed with rage. Who was this girl, and why was her father showering her with such expensive gifts? She peeped into the room, watching as Emilia admired the necklace, her eyes sparkling with delight. Amelia's anger intensified, her mind racing with suspicions. The girl was beautiful and young - could she be her father's new plaything? The thought made Amelia's blood boil. She couldn't believe her father would stoop so low. With a determined look on her face, Amelia turned and left, her mind already spinning with plans to u

Chapter 10:The arrival, he was like a Demi god from Greece. As the sun's final rays kissed the horizon, a gold private jet landed with grace, its tires whispering against the earth. At 7:30 pm, the aircraft came to a halt, and an expectant hush fell over the airport. A man emerged, surrounded by 10 guards who seemed to blend into the shadows. He stepped out into the fading light, and time itself seemed to pause. His features were sculpted from the very essence of Greek mythology, a true Demi-god reborn. His golden hair cascaded down his back like a river of sunset hues, perfectly complemented by his eyes – an unparalleled shade of cerulean blue, reminiscent of a cloudless summer sky. His gaze was like a sapphire abyss, drawing all who dared to look into its depths. His tall, athletic frame exuded dominance, yet his presence was a siren's call, beckoning all to surrender to his majesty. It was as if he was a magnet, repelling and attracting with equal intensity. His cold demeanor s