Bianca
“What are you two whispering about?” Mother’s voice cut through the air like a knife. I was scared, my body trembling uncontrollably. Daniel seemed to notice and held my hand.“She won’t hurt you,” Daniel whispered. “I won’t allow her to hurt you with me by your side.”“Mother,” I called, rising to my feet.“What are you talking about?” she asked once more.“Nothing, Mother,” I replied.“You little brat,” she scoffed, her voice dripping with hatred. “Lying to me with that mouth of yours.”“She isn’t lying,” Daniel added, defending me. “I was only telling her about the training and all.”“Is that so?” Mother’s eyes bore into us with suspicion.“Yes, mother. We were not gossiping about you.” He dropped the bomb like a nuclear.Mother’s eyes widened. She trembled as she attempted to hit him.“What do you think you are doing, mother?” he asked, stopping her hand in the midway.“How dare you!” She growled in anger. “You have the guts to stop your mother from hitting you.”“I won’t allow you to hit me or my sister.”I gasped as he talked back to her. Years ago, we both trembled at her feet, but now he stood elegantly tall in front of her. Was this my brother, who always begged for his life whenever she hit him?“DANIEL!” she roared, her voice laced with a warning, as she grabbed the hem of his clothing.In the blink of an eye, she picked him up and threw him across the room.“Ahh!” I exclaimed, rushing to his side. He groaned, trying to stand on his feet, but Mother was already there, pressing her feet on his back.“Please stop, mother,” I begged.“You don’t tell me what to do,” she screeched, shoving me away.She knelt in front of him, an evil smile plastered on her face. It was clear she was enjoying his pain as Daniel groaned in discomfort.She grabbed his cheek before saying, “You think you are something since you have started training, right?” She mocked. “You think you can stand in front of me and talk back to me?”“Ahh!” Daniel screamed as she repeatedly hit his head against the wall. What kind of monster was she? Doing this to her own children? I couldn’t bear to watch any longer, so I grabbed her by the waist.“Let go of my brother!” I screamed. “Stop hitting him.”With one hand, she shoved me away, and I could hear my bones shatter. I tried to crawl away as my mother approached me and picked me up by the tip of my dress.“I wish you were more like me, but you resemble your foolish father,” she scolded. “I will mold you to be like me, even if it means breaking you, my dear daughter.”She picked me up and threw me to where my brother was.“Are you okay?” My brother asked, holding my hand. I couldn’t talk since my body hurt like hell. The pain was just too much for me to bear. “Bianca, are you okay?”“Hmm. What a beautiful sight!” she grinned wickedly. “You look more like someone I wish to never see again in my life.” She was filled with anger. “Why can’t you look like your father?” She howled, hitting Daniel again. Her eyes were filled with hatred. She spat at him, her voice full of venom. “Why do you have to look like that bitch?”What was Mother talking about? Who was she calling a bitch?“Enough,” my voice barely up, but I knew she could hear me clearly. “You will kill him at this rate.” I knew my mother hated us both, but her hatred for Daniel was on another level.She refused to listen to me. “Are you trying to kill my brother, mother?”“I don’t care if he is dead or not,” she spat, dropping him on the floor.She was a terrible woman. She always treated us like this whenever our father was away.It was my turn to ask if he was okay.“Brother,” I called, holding him tightly. He was bleeding. “Brother.”I started crying, seeing my brother this weak. My heart bled. This woman was the reason for our pain. Was she truly our mother?“Are you done crying?” she asked, taking her seat on my bed. “If yes, you should stand up and clean up.”“Mother,” I whispered. “Are you truly our mother?”“What makes you think that I’m not your mother?” She questioned.“I have every right to question you because of the way you are treating us.”“Hehe.” She laughed out a horror laugh. “Think whatever you want. By the time you realize that I am doing this for you, you will thank me.”“I don’t want you to do anything for me, mother. Please, stop torturing us.”She rose to her feet. “I don’t have time to be exchanging words with you. Clean up and come out for training.”She pushed the door open before turning around to address me. “Be fast, or else you will receive another punishment from me. Am I clear?”“Yes,” I replied, focusing back on my brother.“Can you speak now, brother?”“Yes,” he replied with a groan. Even a blind person could see that he was in pain.“Allow me to take you to bed.” I couldn’t carry my brother by myself. All I could do was drag him to the bed. “You should rest, brother. I will be right beside you.”“You should go for your training,” he advised. “I don’t want her coming here to hit you again.”“You don’t have to say that,” I responded, lying beside him. “I don’t care if she hits or kills me. I don’t give a fuck about her.”“But sister—”“No but, brother. Please rest.”We stayed there for so long that I didn’t know when I fell asleep. By the time I woke up, my mother’s intense gaze met mine, burning with intensity.BiancaThe much-anticipated mate ball had finally arrived. I didn’t really know what to expect, but I felt it was extremely necessary for me to muster some surge of hope, one that would surely prevent me from spending the rest of my life with my nightmare.I stood right in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection, while the maids took their time dressing me. Thinking of the event made me curl with much anticipation of what the night held.The door opened slightly, Amber ducking her head halfway into the room, her mouth slightly open as she pushed the rest of her body inside.“Good Heavens, my lady!” she exclaimed, pushing her small, cute head beside mine, her chin resting tentatively on my shoulders. “You’re extremely blessed by the moon goddess with exceptional beauty, my lady.”“Flattery, Amber; flattery is what your words echo,” I retorted, locking gazes with her through the reflection of the mirror.“You know I speak the truth, my lady,” she insisted stubbornly.“Your truths
BiancaHis fingers curled angrily around my neck, making it nearly impossible for me to breathe. My vision blurred, and fear gripped me as I struggled for air. Suddenly, the door to the study flung open, and a guard rushed in.“My Prince, the—” he stopped abruptly, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the scene before him. This was not the demeanor expected of the prince. “My Prince!”Despite the guard’s attempts to pull him away, the prince tightened his grip on my neck, his eyes filled with pure hatred. The guard moved closer, trying to restrain him, but his indifference to his efforts only heightened their concern.“Listen to me, Bianca...” His voice was laced with pure hatred. The guards, sensing the urgency, tried to hold the prince back, probably hoping to bring him back to his kind and loving self, but the indifference in his actions sent fear coursing through their faces.“I don’t want you around me. Not as a mate or even as a friend. So whatever this is, stop it before I
Bianca The room felt suffocating, with the weight of my brother’s words pressing down on me like a dreaded nightmare. “You disappoint me, Bianca.” His accusation echoed in my mind, each syllable a sharp reminder of my own betrayal. I had shattered the image he held of me. I sat on the edge of my bed, my hands trembling as tears streamed down my cheeks. I thought of Daniel, his eyes dark with disappointment and disbelief. The warmth of his embrace, the strength of his love—I had tarnished it. With trembling hands, I wiped my tears, trying to regain control of my emotions, as I heard a knock on the door. “Who is there?” I asked. My voice cracked. “It’s me, my lady,” she replied. “You should go back, Amber. I am not in the place to talk to you,” I responded with a heavy sigh. “I needed to tell you...” “Amber,” I called, cutting off her words. “Please respect my word.” “I’m sorry, my lady,” she pleaded. I could hear her footsteps as she walked away. It was total silence as I bega
Bianca“Good morning, my lady.” Amber’s voice greeted me. I blinked, opening my eyes to meet her gaze.“Good morning, Amber,” I answered, pulling the blanket around me as I sat up. “What brings you here so early?”“My lady, I am here to inform you that your brother has returned,” she announced. Shock coursed through me at her words.My heart skipped a beat. The news I had been dreading had finally arrived. I had waited yesterday for Daniel to return, as Mother said, but he hadn’t arrived. And now he was home. How would I face him?“Where is he?” I asked, taken aback.“He is with your mother. They are having a discussion,” Amber informed me. Glancing at the clock in my room, I realized it was already 9 a.m. How had I slept in so late? Whatever Mother was discussing with him couldn’t be good. It must be about the marriage to the prince.I rose from the bed. “I need to shower, Amber. You can go back.”“Of course, my lady,” she responded before leaving the room. I hurried into the bathroo
Bianca.The next day.I was awakened by a loud knock on my door. I slowly opened my eyes, feeling groggy from sleep. The knocking persisted, growing louder each time.“Who’s there?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.“My lady, it is I,” the voice replied. It was Amber.“Come in,” I said, struggling to get up from the bed. She opened the door, revealing her worried look. What was going on?“Why do you look like that?” I questioned, rubbing my eyes.“My lady...” Amber began, her voice trembling as she knelt before me.“What is wrong?” I asked, rushing to her. My eyes were already clear. What the heck was going on? “Did you offend my mother?”“I’m sorry, my lady,” Amber apologized, struggling to find the right words, tears welling up in her eyes. This was unlike her; Amber was usually full of life and free-spirited.I sighed and pulled her up. “What is wrong?” I questioned her softly, wiping away her tears. She looked at me, deep inside my eyes. Wait! What did I just see in her ey
Bianca.“You’re here to see me. So, let’s go inside,” she insisted, pulling me along.“Mom, Dad, look who’s here,” she announced, ushering me in. “It’s Bianca.”“Bianca,” her mother called, rising to her feet. She rushed toward me and enveloped me in a motherly hug. “It’s so good to see you again, dear.” I melted into her embrace.“How are you doing, ma’am?” I asked, as she smoothed my hair, showing genuine affection, unlike my own mother, who often faked it.“I’m fine, darling,” she replied, holding my hand and leading me to the sofa, where she gestured for me to sit. She caressed my hand. “We all miss you, darling.”“Especially me,” her husband cut in. “I miss you so much.” My heart skipped a beat. They showered me with love. Apart from my brother and father, who genuinely loved me, they were the next closest.“I miss you too. If it weren’t for my mother, I would be coming here every day,” I admitted, and the room fell silent. What was going on? Did Sophia tell her parents what she