Her head was buried in her knees, and tears were running down her cheeks. She was sobbing. In this moment, nothing else compared to how much she missed her mother.She wished she could be there with her to let her know how terrified she gets at times and how challenging it is for her to continue living in this life where there is no longer any reason for her to be here.She inhaled deeply as images from her past started to play out in front of her eyes and she took a moment to gather her composure. she felt she went back to the time when it all happened.Everything seemed so real, she had to clench her hands around her knees in order to suppress the urge to scream out in agony.*Flashback*A child needs to be showered with love, happiness, and craziness from an early age so that she can carry those experiences with her into adulthood.No matter how old you are or how successful you become, the traumatic experiences of your childhood will never go away. They never stop following you f
*ELEVENA POV* I dashed towards Damon's personal room, which had been specially designed for him. On my way there, I can't help but think about how cool it is to be so wealthy that you have your very own private room to relax in, and that you can even have it in school. When I turned around, someone yelled "BOO!" in my ear from behind me. At that moment, I was pacing quickly. When I turned around, Noah was standing in front of me wearing one of his proud expressions. I felt chills run through my entire body because of him. I sigh and shake my head as I thought he is an adult but is still behaving like a child and is pleased with himself for having scared me. "Is there anything that you'd like, Noah?" While I was making my way toward my destination, I asked him, and he was right there behind me. "What a jerk! I traveled all this way to speak with you about how you are doing, but all I'm getting from you is your icy demeanor," he said, putting both of his hands inside the pockets of
Damon was hesitant for me to travel all the way to my house by myself. I took it as a sign that he doesn't trust me and is under the impression that I won't be coming back because he had a worried look in his eyes.But despite the fact that I agreed with him in some way, he insisted that I had to leave before his birthday.This is something that I am obviously aware of, given that I had intended to come back before his birthday. The last thing I wanted out of life was to be forced to endure being in the presence of my father.Even though I had strong feelings of animosity toward both of them, I disliked Damon significantly less than I did my own father. Because of this, I consider Damon to be the superior choice between the two.Now all that was left to do was talk to the headmaster, but Damon offered to do that for me, which made things much simpler.Because the principal is concerned about Damon's family history, it was speculated that if Damon approached him, he would change his min
*At Airport*My most significant concern was that Damon would run into Noah, but as expected, my good fortune did not hold out for me.The attention of Damon's gaze shifted to Noah, who was grinning and looking in my direction. Because of his anger, I could see the veins in his arm popping out, but I quickly grabbed his arm and said, "Thank you for coming to see me off."It was a feeble effort to lift everyone's spirits, and to a certain extent, it succeeded, but then Noah asked, "What about us? Do you think it's appropriate to thank him only when we've all come for the same reason?This is done on purpose by him. It was abundantly clear that he was trying to provoke a fight with Damon.Before I could say anything, Damon wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me closer to him while saying, "Of course, she will value my presence the most, considering that we are going to get married in the near future!"Because I was not expecting his action, I was taken aback by the fact that he m
My stomach turned as I watched this awkward romantic scene between two adversaries. It was to be expected that both Damon and Harris would make a face as if they were about to throw up given that they were in the same room together. "Why did you act in such a manner?" Damon was the target of Harris' furious demand. Damon clenched his teeth with a blank smile on his face, "Stop acting like I’m dying to be kissed by you. The only reason I did this was to prevent my mate from picking up the scent of another person." I found his words peculiar, but it wasn't the time to think about it because, if I hadn't intervened, they would have grabbed each other around the neck and killed each other by now. Harris moved closer to Damon, but I repelled him by putting my hand on his chest and pushing him back. Shaking his head he exclaimed, "You have become such a disappointment, Elevena." He stepped back and remained silent after this. I knew I should not have done it, but at the time, it was the
I was so stupid that I let down my guard and fell asleep around the driver. What if he took me someplace he shouldn't have and then killed me on my father's orders? However, after the trip, I was exhausted, and arriving in this state was the part of being tired that was the worst. I was going through an emotional roller coaster. Every emotion imaginable is present, including joy, sorrow, anger, pity, and being pathetic enough to even come here in the first place. After such a long time apart, I couldn't wait to see my mother again, but having to confront my father in the presence of his mistress was the worst part. I don't even realize that I'm falling asleep until the next thing I know, someone is waking me up by calling my name. I didn't bother talking to him, but when he pushed my shoulder gently, I opened my eyes. "Miss, we are here." It was no one but the driver. As soon as I looked behind him and saw the large mansion, I had an overwhelming urge to throw up. Nothing has chan
With the amount of hatered and venom in the voice I knew who it was. Never have I never hated anyone more than I hate her.Wait. My mistake, the number position still belongs to my dad. If he never brought her here, this would have never happened.She stood in front of me, crossing her arms over chest waiting for me to say something but I completely ignored her.I pretended as if she doesn't exist for me and judging from her nature I knew she wouldn't beuch happy seeing how I'm ignoring her.She stopped her foot angrily on the ground, "Dear, look like your mother didn't teach you manners. Don't you know how to greet madam of this house?" I never planned on chatting with her in the first place but when she spit bad about me deceased mother I stood and said loudly, "You are no wife to my father nor the madam of this house!"My voice was filled with disgust and rage. I wouldn't have cared a least bit if she said anything about me but bringing my mother's name when she's not alive anymor
How incredibly naive of me to think that everything is exactly the same. Nothing else has been changed over here, except for this interior. The love that we once shared as a family has long since faded, replaced by the coldness this mansion contains within it. This woman in front of me was cursing my mother, which indicated that no one had ever stopped her. This explains why she was so confident in spreading rumors about the person who is actually the Madam of this house. There is no one to blame because it was expected. Why should anyone else care about her cursing my mom if my father and her husband doesn't seem to mind that she does it? Even after she had passed away, my mother was not given the respect that she deserved as the first woman to marry this man even though she was no longer alive. It infuriated me that this woman persisted in defaming my mother despite the fact that no one dared to stop her, but when someone finally worked up the nerve to do something about it, he d