INICIAR SESIÓNMichaelI 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 diffe
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
Matilda“Wow, what a strange coincidence,” I can't help but gasp and look at Amanda. But I see Amanda's face is different. She's not showing her smile anymore and I wonder what's happened. “Amanda?... Are you okay?” I ask her and she doesn't respond. I have to tap her shoulder twice before she responds back to me with a blink. “Um... Did you say something?”“You completely spaced out, Ms. Amanda.” Susie replies and adds. “Or where you that shocked that you and Matilda both have the same bloody mole at the back of your necks. It's very strange indeed. Looks like you two do share some strange connection.”I smile after Susie says those words. Even I sometimes feel like I have known Amanda for a long time. We share a bond like no other. And I don't know if it's cruel of me to think like this at this moment, but I wish Amanda was my mom instead of my mom. She's always there for me and supports me. Indeed, I really love her and she's always fun and engaging to be around.“Sister, you're g
MatildaI inhale and look in the mirror above the vanity. I see a nervous wreck and I just start to pace back and forth in my private dressing room. My dress is yet to arrive and I start to bite my nails thinking all sorts of things. “Where the hell is...” I pause when the door opens and Michael walks in with a bouquet of my favorite white roses. I smile but then I frown at him again. “Where were you! And what took you so long to come here!? Can't you see that I need you and I'm literally a ball of nerves.”“Hey, relax, my love. Today is your big debut day. Trust me you are worrying for no reason. You don't need me around all of the time because you can do this without my help.” Michael kisses me and I do calm down for a moment but then I feel a tension brewing inside of me. I want today's fashion event to be perfect. It's not just me but also the designer who's quite bossy and somewhat annoying to be around. Both of our reputations will be on the line if I mess up big time on the ra
Matilda I wake up to the news about my sister and Michael's wedding being published all over social media. Not one news outlet didn't have the news on their front page and headlines. I don't know how to feel seeing that the wedding was happening one week from now. I know I should not show my feeli
MatildaI make sure everything is ready in the conference room right on schedule for the start of the presentation. The two European investors who also joined for the mall project has started to arrive and I wear a smile standing at the door when they walk in.But my smile shrinks a little when Mic
MatildaI didn't sleep a wink at all last night. I was much too upset and.... and I couldn't stop thinking about all that Michael said to me. It can't be possible that he's suddenly in love with me. No, that's not possible.My alarm for seven forces me up and I know today is a more hectic day and t
Matilda I shake my head, trying to dispel all of the wrong scenarios that might happen if I think Michael is about to say what I think he's about to say. I walk closely behind dad in the hallway. I try not to seem affected because I just don't want to be responsible for what might happen downstairs







