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Emerald was frustrated when Arabella denied. She was her only hope and wouldn't let it go just with that.
"I found this locket lying somewhere, it's not mine!"
She replied, straightening her injured back.
Egon was watching her silently, his eyes staring at her like an eagle.
"See!"
Emerald grabbed her hand and Arabella frowned at her.
"I don't know why you are trying to hide from him but I need to prove that you are his sister... You are my freedom, Arabella. Please tell him that you are his sister."
Arabella removed her hands and stepped back from her. She looked at Egon and realised that he was believing Emerald.
"If you don't want to kill me then I am leaving!"
She said and turned around to leave.
"Wait!"
Egon ordered and she stopped. Arabella grabbed the sword midair when he threw it at her.
"Let's fight! Attack me."
He stood in front of her without any weapon in his hands.
"What are you doing?"
Arabella gulped.
"Attack!"
He was standing like a mountain in front of her.
She clutched the sword, but her hand felt too heavy to attack him. If she kills him, the whole underworld will take a breath of relief, her men will be out of danger, and she won't have to worry about any chaos.
But how can she kill him, he is her brother!
She is heartless but not so much that she will kill him.
Egon looked at the sword as it fell from her hand onto the floor. Arabella lowered her eyes and silently turned around to leave.
He could feel his chest squeezing with pain and happiness together, she was his family!
His little sister!
Emerald watched them in relief as Egon grabbed Arabella's arm and pulled her in a tight hug. She took a minute to react but hugged him back.
His eyes watered as he cupped her face.
"Why, Ara?"
He felt so bad that she didn't try to come to him.
"Don't you consider me as your family?"
Arabella's eyes silently shed tears.
"You are the only one who can be called my family."
She placed her head on his chest like a little girl and Egon's heart squeezed in pain.
He couldn't imagine what she must have gone through to survive.
He caressed her head.
"Then why did you abandon me? I know you have a reason... Tell me!"
Arabella wiped her tears. It was hard to recall, but it was important to let him know.
"My mother tried to kill me to get the power and she got that... I had no place here, I was no one to this family, I didn't belong here..."
Her mother was so desperate to become the head, and she became one when she got sympathy for her daughter's death.
"Your mother tried to kill you?"
He scowled.
"That woman stepped so low to get the power. You could have come back to us... Father would have punished her... Bismarcks don't kill family."
"It's a lie, Egon!"
Arabella yelled in frustration.
"It's a lie which is truth only for you... Bismarcks! They destroyed my life... My mother tossed me in the river like garbage she wants to get rid of..."
Her eyes were filled with venom.
"And your father, whom you worship blindly, was involved in it... I came back, Renzo saved me, made me capable enough to fight and win for myself, maybe he had his own selfish motives but he saved me... I came back when I turned eighteen, I met your father and told him everything just for him to confess that he knew about it... He knew that his dear wife tried to kill me, but he couldn't do anything because he loved her... He asked me to go back because I was a threat to him... His beloved wife would lose her position, which your mother deserved. He would lose respect for doing this, and people will shame him...
I had no option but to go back to Rancho, he was my shelter..."
Egon was stunned for a minute.
"Father knew?"
He was so desperate to find his sister and his father always distracted him. Now he realised why.
"It's not just about me... Your mother is also a victim... She also knew about it, and the injustice of your father and the wicked ways of my mother took her life. She couldn't survive this wickedness."
Arabella told him everything which she knew.
"So, you are wrong. Egon, you considered my mother as yours but you were just a source of power for her..."
Egon closed his eyes to process the things. The little flashbacks and the hints are linked. Arabella wasn't lying, it's him, he never paid attention.
"And I couldn't trust you, I didn't know you. You were worshipping your father, so Renzo suggested that I should drop it..."
She sighed as the burden from her chest came off.
"I was going to kill both of them, but before that, they died..."
Egon's heart squeezed in pain. He was feeling betrayed. Arabella is right, he literally worshipped his father but he was betraying him.
Emerald sighed in relief, thinking that at least now he would go easy on him. Well, he is not going to forgive her for killing his family, but at least he can let her go because they deserved it.
"I didn't want to tell you this but I can't see you trying to defend those people... They don't deserve it."
She watched his devastated state sadly.
"I need to go back!"
His eyes snapped towards her.
"Where?"
She looked away awkwardly.
"Knights!"
"Those two men who purchased you to take revenge on you?"
He gritted.
"You think I am letting them go alive after knowing they harassed my sister?"
Emerald rolled her eyes. Wasn't he doing the same?
"I love them!"
Arabella shook her head.
"But do they deserve you? You are far better than them!"
He scowled in disgust.
"Don't forget that they can control you because they are two against you... You deserve better..."
"It's not that!"
She knew that this was going to happen, and that's why she was not coming in front of him.
He ran his hands through his hair frustrated.
"Sit down, I need some time to process this shit!"
His head was hammering.
"We will talk about this later!"
He turned around to leave but Emerald was standing in front of him.
"What about me?"
She asked and his heart sank.
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