Elizabeth
3 am and Elizabeth stood with her bags and belongings all packed, while still wearing the dress from the ball. She took one last look at her room and sighed, realising she probably would not miss living here, and the thought alone saddened her profusely. When she reached the stair landing, she walked towards the kitchen and placed the keys where she knew her mother would see them when she came downstairs in the morning. With her resolve set, she straightened her back and wiped the last of her tears away.
These would be the last tears she ever shed for her mother.
Ever since her sister, Blair, died, her mother had been nothing but cruel to her only daughter. Blair was her mother’s favourite and a musical genius well on her way to becoming a prodigy. She had always shielded Elizabeth from her mother’s mood swings, but now that she wasn’t around anymore, Elizabeth got the brunt of her anger all the time.
On the way from her musical recital one evening, a drunk driver ran a red light and slammed into Blair’s car. Elizabeth was with her and barely survived. Instead of being happy that her daughter survived, Agnes had treated her with nothing but contempt. She knew her mother wished she had died instead.
Pulling out of the Manor driveway, Elizabeth gives it one last look and drives away.
She had booked a suite in a hotel nearby as a temporary residence until she found a home for herself. When she arrived, a bellboy took her bags, and she gestured to the valet to park her car and return the key to the reception where she would collect it in the morning.
Taking the elevator to her suite, she leaned to one side and sighed. “What a night,” she thought. The elevator came to a stop on her floor and she walked to her room. It was modest and had everything she could need, but it was only temporary. And it felt that way too.
She stepped into the bathroom and stripped off the dress she now deemed the bane of her existence, and proceeded to scrub the remnants of the evening away.
After her shower, she curled up in the comfortable blankets and grabbed her phone from the bedside table. She hasn’t checked her emails since she left for the ball, and wondered what lay waiting for her.
The blood drains from her face as she reads. All 24 projects she had scheduled for the next few months had all been cancelled by her clients! She knew that this could only be her mother’s doing, so she takes a deep breath and puts her phone back down. This will be tomorrow’s problem. No use trying to solve something now when she felt this exhausted to the core.
The following morning, dressed in her signature tight mauve dress that ended just above her knees, coupled with her favourite Louboutin heels, she headed out to do battle. But only after breakfast. Mauve was her power colour, and she would be damned if anyone tried to take her company down. Even if it was her own family.
She got into the elevator and hit the lobby button while taking out her cell phone to call her PA, Liza, who she knew was probably freaking out right about now. There was serious damage control to be done and they needed to get on it at soonest. “Liza, please have 2 dozen coffees and cakes delivered to the board room and tell the staff there is to be an urgent meeting at 8 am.” The elevator dinged just as she was done with her request, so she got out and walked to get her keys from reception.
“Thank GOD you called. What is happening? My lines are swamped with calls from the press and new client requests.” Elizabeth chuckled at her friend’s words. Leave it to Liza to get worked up for the both of them. Liza has been by her side since high school and the only real friend Elizabeth had. So when she started up her fashion house, she knew the only one she could trust with the job as her second in charge was Liza. “Don’t worry about all that for now, I have it under control. Now, if you could get those-”
Before Elizabeth could complete her sentence, she found herself walking into someone. Feeling unsteady on her feet because of her high platforms, she staggered back but was quickly caught by an arm around the waist.
“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! I was on my phone and not watching where I was going!” she apologizes while blushing and looking down. Normally she wasn’t this clumsy! “Didn’t I tell you a beautiful woman like you should never look down like that?” Elizabeth felt herself pale at these words, but as she looked up her heart jumped into her throat when her eyes met with a pair that did not match.
One blue, one green.Elizabeth rummages through her storage. Damon had run off in this direction with her bag and she could not find her wallet anywhere. Today was the opening of Libellule School of Design and she would be late at this rate. Sighing in exasperation, she vows never to have any more kids. As she bends down to look behind one of Damon's old strollers, she spots a box hidden in the far end of the shelf. She frowns and reaches in further until she could touch the box and pulls it out. It was about the size of a normal shoe box and looked oddly familiar. She took the top off and sighed, it was a photo album. Her mother used to old fashioned back in the day before greed took over. As she paged through the album, she becomes misty eyed at the happy memories she had when Blair was still alive.But as she neared the end, she recognized an envelope that she put there a long time ago; a letter left to her by her parents in their will. She had completely forgotten about the letter; he
Elizabeth waves at Damon as he walked into daycare, his blonde curls bobbing up and down as he runs towards his teacher. At three years old he was already starting to look like his father, he even inherited August’s heterochromia but he had the temperament of his mother, loving and kind.Just as she was about to turn around, she sees Damon turn around and wave to her one last time, “Bye, mama! Wuv you!” he shouts and gives her a big smile, her heart absolutely bursting with love. He then runs inside, feeling satisfied with his message.She gets inside her Maybach and drives towards Blair Industries.Life being married to August was everything she could ever hope for. Damon was growing every day. Both their companies were doing exceptionally well and they were more in love than ever. She kept on waiting for her world to come crashing down, but it never came.Maybe true happiness does exist, she thinks to
Emily watches from the vantage point of her bulletproof bedroom windows.Antonio was hoisting Amy into his Emperor, of course, he came with that ridiculous car to do a rescue. She sees them getting away despite the gunfire and sighs sadly, knowing Antonio would plan revenge after he sees the extent of Amy’s injuries she had Vito inflict over the past 3 days.She touched his woman, his property. He will be out for blood.She turns away from the window and walks out into the hallway. Piero had already called a cleanup crew to dispose of the Russo filth on Marino territory. “Famiglia!” she calls, and all her soldiers had their attention on her, “Tomorrow we wage war on Russo ground. They trespassed on our territory for the last time. We need to make an example of them.” she hollers, with heated grunts and shouts coming from her men.It always amazed her at the power she had over these men and h
Emily tells her enforcer, Vito, to leave Amy to stew in her own thoughts for the night. They would continue with the torture in the morning. The evening would give her plenty of time to reconsider her predicament and tell them where Antonio was hiding out.She couldn’t help but think her brother a coward. He left the woman he supposedly loved in order to keep himself safe. Giovanni would turn in his grave if he knew the man he trained to be the next Boss was in fact a coward and not worthy of the Omerta.Smiling a silent victory, she slips into her nightgown and retires for the evening.***Days pass with no word from her brother or his family.Vito had exhausted all his t
* August and Elizabeth's story will continue soon.*Emily stares at her reflection in the mirror.A face she did not recognize anymore because of the extensive plastic surgery she had to endure after the blast to their limo 2 years ago. Just as she was made Boss before killing Giovanni Russo, her territory had been invaded and they betrayed her. Luckily, she reclaimed her throne before the vultures descended. She took down so many of Russo’s men that she lost count. In Sicily, they nicknamed her Strega Rossa because of her red hair and penchant for killing with blades. She definitely was not Antonio’s pufetta anymore.She puts on her corset and has her ancella lace her up tightly. She only fought in corsets, the pain meant no
Elizabeth stares at Damon through the glass of his incubator with a worried frown etched on her face.After they found him screaming in a bassinet in one of the hospital hallways, her doctor had run all the necessary tests on him to see if they hurt him. There was nothing physically wrong with him, however, he endured tremendous stress during his abduction. He wa