Rhea's POV
He lifted my body with such care, as if I were made of glass and might break if held too tightly. Not a single trace of the powerful, untouchable CEO remained, only a man cradling something precious he couldn’t save.
I followed, unwillingly, heart cracking more with every step. He walked through the chaos, past the lights still spelling out Happy Birthday Ginny, past the curious stares and gasps. He didn’t care. He carried me like I was his everything.
But then, the scene changed and my soul led me to a luxurious hotel. Where is this place?
What I saw next was Kevin and Ginny, having dinner in a hotel. Kevin was feeding Ginny cake, and she was smiling, laughing her heart out innocently like she wasn't the one who sent someone to kill me.
I couldn't help but clench my fists when I saw them. How can they killed me just now, and now they're here celebrating?
“Do you… Do you think Rhea saw the drones? She wouldn't be angry, would she? After all, she's going to meet the stalker in my place, I'm worried…” Ginny trailed off, her head lowered.
“You don't have to worry about her, it's the least that she can do to help you. Ginny, you're too nice and that's why Rhea always trampled on you.”
“But… She's my sister and I should be able to do anything for her, and give her anything. It… It doesn't matter if she bullies me or not… Even though she clearly knows that I liked you first, she still went ahead to pursue you and warned me to give up on you and but I… I still really like you but I have to marry that crippled. Kevin, what should I do? I really don't want to marry him, I'm so scared.” Ginny started crying.
Ginny liked Kevin first? She never said anything like that! I had liked him since we were in high school! I was the one who liked him first!
“I’m so scared.” Ginny whimpered again, cradling her face in her hands, “He’s cruel, Kevin. You know what they say about the crippled son of the Vale's. If I marry him, I’ll be ruined.”
Kevin’s jaw tightened. He reached over and pulled her into his chest, stroking her hair gently like she was made of porcelain, “I won’t let that happen, Ginny. I promise. Once the marriage goes through and the Vale’s transfer the shares, I’ll find a way to annul it. You’ll be free. We’ll be free.”
Ginny sniffled and looked up, eyes glassy with carefully crafted innocence, “You really mean it?”
Kevin nodded, smiling down at her, “Of course. And then, we’ll go far away, just you and me.”
I felt like I was suffocating. Ginny had always acted so soft, so fragile. Like she couldn’t hurt a fly. But this? This was murder wrapped in a bow of innocence and crocodile tears.
The both of them hugged warmly, while Kevin's phone suddenly rang.
“Mom.” He greeted, smiling but then, his smile turned into a frown, “What do you mean she hasn't donated the bone marrow? That crazy woman is being so difficult again. Hold on, let me call her.”
Kevin immediately dialed my number but the phone rang and rang multiple times, it went unanswered. I stared at him in silence. Of course no one was going to answer because I was dead.
Kevin threw the phone down in frustration, “She’s ignoring me now? Playing disappearing games?”
Ginny reached out and gently touched his arm, “It’s okay. Sister used to do this a lot before. She always comes back after a day or two. Don’t worry.”
Kevin patted her head affectionately, “You’re so understanding, the opposite of Rhea. I hoped she could be like you, unfortunately…”
I felt sick watching them.
Ginny leaned into him with a soft voice, “I think I had too much wine... my head’s spinning. Can we stay in your room tonight? I always want to go in.”
Kevin hesitated at first. “Ginny... that’s not a good idea.”
“Why?” she whispered, fingers lightly tracing the buttons on his shirt, “Don’t you love me?”
“I do,” he said after a pause, “but not like this. Not tonight.”
Ginny’s face crumpled, tears forming instantly. “You don’t want me?”
Kevin gently caught her hand, stopping it. “It’s not that. But Rhea... she just— Look, we’ll talk after things settle. You deserve better than sneaking around like this. I want it to be real.”
Ginny smiled with satisfaction, “Oh, Kevin, you’re just so thoughtful.”
I clenched my fists. So they were going to be together? I didn’t want to watch, but my spirit followed them anyway, drawn like a moth to fire. I floated into the hotel room, watching as Ginny half-undressed and wrapped her arms around Kevin.
Then, suddenly, his phone rang again.
With a sigh of annoyance, Kevin picked up, “What do you want?! The police station? A body? What the fuck are you talking about?!” Kevin yelled, his body jerking upright.
Ginny looked up at him, “What’s wrong?”
Kevin’s face turned pale, “No… no way. She can’t be dead. The police said that… Rhea was killed at the park a few minutes ago, she's dead.”
"W... What?"
Rhea's Pov“When you say, ‘rival the Montaigne’, what exactly do you mean by that?” I questioned.“Oh.” Carmen let out a small laugh, “I mean it literally. You might not know this, but my background is not little at all. I come from a long line of people who are related to the president of Imperial City.”“Huh?!” I gasped, then promptly covered my mouth with my hands. I didn't mean to interrupt but I was too shocked not to, “I… I'm sorry I…”“No, it's fine. Not a lot of people know this since I haven't appeared in public for a long time. I'm sure people think that the Heiress of the Valerius Family has disappeared entirely.” Carmen finished with a knowing smirk.My heart hammered against my ribs. “V… Valarius? Wait,” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper, “The… the heiress you’re talking about. Is it… is it you?” I had to clutch the edge of the sleek, expensive desk to keep from pitching forward. My legs felt like rubber, and the blood had rushed from my face.Carmen’s smirk widened
Rhea's Pov Should I tell her? Should I not? Currently, I need all the help I can get. “If you don't want to say…” “No. It's fine. It's not going to be hidden for long anyways. Actually, we had an accident and we were all taken to the hospital. Neveah, Laziel and I are fine, same with my husband, Alaric. However, he lost his memories, he can't remember anything about me, or the children. I don't know the extent of his memory loss but I know that it's pretty bad.” I explained, pinching myself to keep the tears from spilling again. “If it was only the memory loss, I would have found a way but… Isabelle Montaigne, a woman who is in love with him and also his secretary has claimed that she is his fiancée and I am a stalker who wants to claim a relationship with him. No matter what I say, Alaric doesn't believe me. I want to believe so badly that Alaric wouldn't do anything to hurt me but at this point, I'm not even sure.” Carmen’s eyes widened, and she gasped softly, pressing a hand t
Rhea's Pov I pulled Neveah closer, my eyes on the woman in front of me. Now that I was dry and feeling warm, I was able to observe everything about her much more clearly. This woman was someone I'd never seen before. I had no idea who she was and yet, she was able to recognise me so quickly. Under the rain, she called my name in a soft way that made me want to talk to her about every single thing I have faced in both my lifetimes. Since I already remembered everything that I forgot after my coma, it wasn't hard to recount it. The only question I had was why this woman was treating us so kindly and what her agenda is. Is she with Isabelle? Did Isabelle send her to get rid of me completely?“Are you comfortable?” The woman suddenly questioned, her voice breaking me out of my thoughts. “Ah? Yes, yes thank you.” I responded with a slight stammer. After I finished crying, she suddenly invited us to her home. I wanted to refuse since I barely knew her but at this point, beggars couldn't
Alaric's Pov “I hope you don't regret it.” The woman's voice kept on echoing in my head, it was the only thing I could hear. Even after she left, for some reason, I could still smell her scent, her tears, her anger. She hadn't broken down and cried, but she cried. The tears that gathered at the corner of her eyes but refused to fall because of her will made me even more confused. Did she really know me? Or was it as Isabelle said? “Alaric.” Isabelle called out my name and I turned around to meet her eyes. Instantly I noticed that it was different from the eyes of that woman. So much different. “Are you okay? You…” “You don't need to concern yourself with me.” I cut her off, my voice coming out cold and flat. I couldn't help it. The scene that had just played out was swirling in my mind, and I needed space to process it.Isabelle flinched, but she quickly masked it, “Alaric, I understand you're confused. But please, don't believe her lies. She’s trying to manipulate you because o
Rhea's Pov A short, humourless sound escaped my throat, “An hour,” I murmured, shaking my head, "Well, Isabelle really is leaving us no choice, is she? She doesn't waste any time." I pushed myself to my feet, the cold, hard floor now feeling like a welcome mat to a new, terrifying reality. “Tell Miss Montaigne I’m happy to oblige.” I said, walking towards the nurse and taking the pathetic brown bag from her hand, “We’ll be gone. She can have the room.” The nurse blinked, clearly shocked, “You… you’re leaving?” She stammered. I managed a faint, chilling smile, “Oh, yes. I’m leaving. We're you expecting me to throw a tantrum and cry about not wanting to leave? Oh, don't worry. I'm not crazy nor stupid enough to do that. So you don't have to worry about calling security, we'll leave on our own.” I gestured towards the small remote she held in her hand. I didn't know what it was for but clearly, it had to do with if we refused to leave. I turned back to Laziel and Neveah, hol
Rhea's Pov The swing door of Alaric’s room closed behind me with a soft, final thud, a mark that clearly defined the end of an arc. But I didn't cry. My smile, which I had plastered on my face for Isabelle’s benefit, felt stretched tight over a scream I refused to let out. I strode back down the white, sterile corridor, my bare feet silent on the ground. The desperate energy from before was gone, replaced by a cold kind of calm. Although Alaric’s temporary insanity was Isabelle’s opportunity, it wasn't the end of anything. I pushed open the door to Neveah's and Laziel's ward. Laziel was a coiled spring of anxiety, pacing the small space near the window, his hands running frantically through his dark hair. Neveah was seated on the edge of the other bed, smaller and quieter than usual, her gaze fixed on the floor.The moment I entered, Laziel spun around, his eyes wide with frantic hope, "Rhea! Thank goodness. How is he? Did you see him? Is he okay?" He rushed out. I walked to the f