INICIAR SESIÓNMatilda
I stare outside the window of the taxi i’m in, basking in the moonlight and it's soft glow on the city's tall illuminated buildings. I've already shed enough tears, no more. I couldn't stay back in that house, it wasn't mine anymore the minute I signed on the divorce papers. My phone buzzes on my thighs, I flip it over and it's mom calling me. I don't know if I should answer because I didn't want her to only talk about Seraphina. Was I being a selfish sister? “Hello, mom.” I whisper. “My love, where are you right now?” My mom's worried voice echoes through the speaker. “What happened? Did something happen with Seraphina?” I was now feeling agitated for my sister. “No, your sister is doing just fine. I'm...worried about you, dear. I heard your dad taking on the phone with Michael concerning your divorce.” Mom replies and I'm fighting not to cry again, this time inside a taxi where the driver has a grumpy looking face and can snap at any moment. I always wondered if my dad hated me and just didn't want to see me happy. I can't believe he knew about Michael giving me the divorce papers and actually agreed with him. Was I only just a form of merchandise to uplift my dad's company and nothing else? “I've signed on the documents, mom. Michael brought the divorce papers home.” I inform her so that she can tell dad that he got exactly what he wanted, to destroy one daughter in order to favor his other daughter. I hear mom's heavy sigh over the phone. “I was afraid of this, Matilda. I told you not to go ahead with your father's plan but you didn't listen to me. You thought that you could make Michael yours through this marriage but you were wrong, dear.” “Mom, please don't scold me right now. I feel very terrible.” My eyes were now watery. “No I won't, dear. You know that Michael only belongs to your sister, Seraphina. He loves her and your sister also loves him. Their love is pure and strong and nothing could break their union, not even you, dear. You thought you could win over Michael and now look, he's abandoned you for your sister who has always been the love of his life....” “I don't want to talk to you or anyone else. Just leave me alone, you should just be happy that your favorite daughter is out of the coma and is going to be with the man she loves,” I say amidst my now flowing tears and I cut the call before mom can respond. Her words hurt me but it was the brutal truth I chose to turn a blind eye to. I try to stop crying but I couldn't, and now mom's words only makes me feel worse about myself, thinking I'm a terrible sister. Wasn't I worthy enough of Michael? I know I wasn't as beautiful as Seraphina, with her golden locks, fair porcelain skin and of course, on her way to become a top model. I had white milky skin, freckles all over my face and pale-yellow blonde hair. Yeah, I wasn't that pretty but didn't I deserve to still be loved by a man? “We're here, miss.” The driver pulls me out of my thoughts and I stare to my left, my friend, Susie's apartment building stands tall in front of me. “Thank you,” I mutter under my breath and step out of the taxi as the driver helps me take out my two luggages from the booth. I'm about to cross over to the other stand and the driver stops me for a moment. I turn to look at him and I don't see that grumpy expression on his face anymore. “Sorry to intrude, miss, but I couldn't help overhear your conversation over the phone. And I want to say something to you. Bad days always promises a better tomorrow.” He smiles afterwards and I feel so grateful for his words. Though simple, but it's what I needed right now to mend my broken heart, for someone to think about me and my well-being for once and a stranger chose to be that person to think about me. I smile wholeheartedly, my chest feels a bit light after listening to him. “Thank you so much for your kind words, believe me, I really needed to hear those words.” He smiles at me before he gets into his taxi and drives off. Now I was wiping my tears away, sucking in a deep breath and was walking towards my friend's apartment. My friend, Susie welcomes me with open arms. I chose to stay at my friend's house instead of heading back home. I don't want to see my parents' faces and hear how much my dad and mom would scold me for thinking only about myself and not about Seraphina. Susie takes me to her other spare bedroom and I thank her for letting me stay at her place for a few days until I find a nice apartment for myself. Susie left me alone to settle in and once I was alone and in the privacy of my room, I can't help but recall how everything was now over between Michael and I. Michael would return to my sister, the person he should have never left. Even though I love Michael and want to see him happy, I know I won't be able to bear it if he and my sister reconciled and chose to be together once again. And I can't help but feel like the worst sister in the world for thinking such because I know that Seraphina wouldn't think the same way. I stand under the shower and allow the water droplets rain down on my exhausted body. The shower reminds me of the times Michael would make me ride him under the shower and whisper sweet things in my ear. I rub my face and exhale a long tired sigh. I shouldn't think about Michael anymore, he shouldn't matter to me because he only loves my sister while I was only an agreement and a tool for him to get his inheritance and my dad receiving the necessary capital funds for his company. I feel bad for thinking about Michael time and time again. Now he's forbidden for me and I want to stay away from him, to leave this city but I can't leave right now because of my pending masters degree that's ending in six months. “I can't believe Michael dared to kick you to the curve just like that.” Susie comes into the living area with two cups of hot cocoa. I try to smile but I fail miserably as I receive the cup from her. I blow on it and just stare at my pale reflection in the clear brown liquid. “He's a jerk.” Susie adds with disdain in her voice. “It was my fault, I shouldn't have forgotten that he only loves Seraphina.” I whisper calmly. “I was just...” Even the words feels heavy in my throat and it hurts to realize that I was just a mere sex plaything for Michael. I don't blame him but myself because I agreed to have an affair, thinking that maybe he was interested in me. Michael never took any interest in me before our wedding. I was a ghost to him, invisible even when I was right in front of him. He hated me for some reason I still don't know about till this day. But one night when Michael looked at me differently and wanted me for the first time, I just couldn't say no to him. That night I felt wanted by a man for the first time and that man happened to be Michael, the only man I had secretly loved from afar for the past eight to nine years. “He used you, Matilda. How should I spell it out for you, he used you like a backup toy, his second choice option, a simple distraction until your sister woke up.” Susie shakes her head with a huff. “I also betrayed my sister, Susie. I shouldn't have thought of having any relationship with the love of her life.” I can't help but feel so bad and now I lost my appetite to even drink the hot cocoa. “You got married to Michael, it was your right as his wife to be intimate with him. You shouldn't feel bad nor guilty at all. You and Michael both wanted it.” Susie was right but I still betrayed my sister by even thinking to make Michael fall in love with me. “You know, I couldn't even look at my sister in the eyes when Michael and I went to visit her at the hospital. I felt like the biggest traitor in the room. I'm a bad sister.” I cover my face with my hands and lower my head down. Susie comes to sit next to me and embraces me which I clearly need. “You're not a bad sister. Don't forget that you fell in love way before he even showed any interest in Seraphina.” “I know, but I can't help but want Michael to love me, to look at me the very same way he always looks at my sister. That definitely makes me a monster to my sister, doesn't it?” My mouth trembles. Maybe everyone was right about me, I only know how to ruin my sister's happiness and dreams. I succumb to crying again and Susie comforts me. “You have to forget him, girlfriend. He dumped you as soon as your sister came back. That asshole doesn't deserve you or your tears.” Even though I still feel very terrible, I'm a bit better in Susie's arms. What Michael did to me was still going to hurt for a while but I'm going to get over my heartbreak soon, that is, if I don't see him or bump into him for some days. That's the plan. But my plans are out the window when the front door is being banged hard by someone. At first I am scared thinking a thief wants to break in. “Who's at my door this late at night? Bernie said he had a late night shift at the clinic.” Susie lets go of me to head to the door. “What are you doing, Susie?! It could be a thief!” I say feeling terrified but Susie brushes off my concern and approaches the door. She opens the door and the person I never expected to walk through that door actually walks through the door. “Michael?!”MatildaI don't know how I feel right now. But I feel a little calmness over myself. When I look at Michael, I feel like I'm not alone and that he will always remain by my side. With him, the burden of having to fight the whole world seems lessened. In this difficult time when I know I am no one, I wonder how Michael still sees me as worthy.I raise my head when the bathroom door opens and Michael comes out with a towel hanging below his waistline. His hair is damp and sticks to his forehead like glue. It makes him look cute and I love it about him. He's just so cute and handsome. The only man I have ever loved.“Going somewhere?” I ask him. He looks at me and I can easily tell that he is hesitant to tell me where he is going. I'd thought we would stay at his place together as I still process this ordeal that happened to me.“Actually...” He gets his right hand at the back of his neck and I know he's struggling to tell me. But why? Thinking I can't handle it? Or that I'm simply vulner
MichaelI rush into the bedroom and Matilda is wide awake, seated upright on the bed with my tablet in her hands. She's looking at it and I fucking bet that it's about the catastrophe last night. “Give me that. You shouldn't be looking at this...” I snatch the tablet away from her and Matilda starts to become hysterical and repeating the same thing over and over again.“They saw it... They saw it, Michael! They saw all of me! They saw all of me!...”I get onto the bed and wrap her in a tight hug. Fuck, I'm going to kill the idiot who published the stupid article. Matilda holds me tightly like she's dependent on me to even take her next breath. This was what I was afraid of - My Matilda having to re enter back into her shell and probably never come out from there again. It took so long for her to finally believe in herself and how she is capable of something far outside just business.But someone fucking ruined her dreams. And I won't rest until I find out who it was.I tap on the int
MichaelI mix two sedatives in Matilda's tea. She's reluctant to have the tea but I make her have it and in under fifteen minutes, she's now fast asleep on the bed in my bedroom. I know having her dozed off is the best for her and it might make her forget about it all for just a couple of hours. I still dread that when she wakes up, she will face those nightmares again.I still sit by her side and watch her sleep soundly and her snoring so subtle and peaceful. I remove a strand of her hair from her face and it makes me so mad whenever I think that she was sabotaged and that someone deliberately did this just to ruin her. I swallow thinking that this isn't going to be an easy thing to fix especially with all of the media knowing about it.I refrain from turning on the TV and having to accidentally come across any footage from the fashion show or I will loose my fucking mind. I know Matilda isn't doing well on the inside. It fucking pisses me off that I was powerless at that moment and
Ronan “Yes! Yes! I did it!” My eyes widen slightly but I don't loose my composure. Because somehow I know I am the cause of this happening. But I don't understand why this would be coming from her instead of Matilda. I have always made sure that Seraphina was loved and pampered. And my other daughter, I often put out a hard face, hiding my emotions so that Hilda doesn't suspect a thing about Matilda actually being my biological daughter. “Isn't that what you wanted to hear?!” Seraphina screams at me again and this time I narrow my eyes at her. What stupidity is this? “What?...” I stare at her and she glares at me. “Lower your eyes when you look at me, young lady. I am still your father and you will respect me. Do you hear me?” I know I need to finally put my foot down here, and it doesn't matter if Hilda continues to give me the dead stares. “Of course I didn't do it. Why would I? But you and everyone else insists on blaming me for what happened to sister. I know we've had our
MichaelThe commotion continues. The fucking media won't let go of such a juicy gossip headlines for their news channels. Fuck. How did this all happen? I still hold Matilda in my arms. I feel her trembling underneath my embrace. Her face is buried in my chest and her hair forbids me from taking a look at her face. She heaves beside me and I feel her crying in my chest. My heart tightens and I clench my jaw. I don't know what to do but I know I need to get her out of here. The whole runway is filled with cameras flashing nonstop. What the hell are the security doing all these time.“We need to take her backstage. Right now.” I look up and Ronan is in front of him. But he's not looking at me. But at his daughter. For the first time I see something else other than the cold exterior look he always had on. His face is warm and he's concerned for Matilda. Or rather he's showing his concern on his face.“Yes!” I come back to my senses and I hold Matilda towards me and help her walk becaus
AmandaI can't help but feel somewhat hazy after Matilda and the others leave the dressing room. I can't stop thinking about the birthmark on Matilda's nape. It's the same as mine. My own mother also had the same bloody mole and on the exact same spot. And Matilda also has the same birthmark. I feel my head is spinning and I walk towards the nearby vanity chair and sit down. I know I shouldn't even think about it and even if I say my thoughts, to others it will all seem like just a coincidence. But such coincidences don't just exist like this. And I don't know why a part of me wants to believe that Matilda.... could be my... But then I remember the midwife informing me that I had given birth to a stillborn baby boy.I had a son and not a daughter. I should let this go but I can't. I feel more restless as the clock continues to tick. I feel sweaty despite the AC running on high. I swallow and inhale before the door of the dressing room opens and Mike walks in. “Hey, honey? I was look
MatildaI don't feel like waking up but I have to. I sit up straight on my bed and I look out the window to see the weather gloomy and the clouds disappearing. The signs of an upcoming rain makes me want to lie back on my bed and pull the covers over myself once again.In short I honestly do not wa
Matilda “What the hell are you talking about? And don't you dare think to involve Sera in your little games...” I shut him up by showing him my sister's last I*******m post from my phone and he's quiet. Though Michael's eyes widens before he fumes. “What... I mean, it can't be.” “Next time, be s
MichaelI know I'd said my parents raised me right and I have principles to never sleep with one sister while soon getting married to the other one. The warning alarm in my head should turn on. But no. All of the alarms in my brain simply turns off when I'm now kissing Matilda, sucking and devour
MatildaI stand in front of the tall skyscraper glass walls building and I stare at it for a moment. The words WILSON GROUP is boldly written and engraved in dark steel letters on the glass walls, just a little above the entrance.I still can't believe my dad's company were now partners with Michae







