ログインLena and I just stared at the photograph, our breathing shallow, both of us waiting for the image to change and then we know it was all a lie. But no the image didn’t change. The photograph slipped from my fingers. It fluttered onto the cream-colored carpet like a dying leaf. For a long moment, neither Lena nor I moved.Lena bent down as she helped me pick up the photo with a trembling hand placing it on my palm. I stared at the woman’s face again. She had the same gentle smile as me. The same eyes - the exact same gray-blue eyes staring back at me. I don’t even need anyone to tell me who she was I already knew that this was my mother. “Vienne…” Lena whispered, her voice shaking so badly she could barely pronounce my name properly. “What does this mean? If she didn't die... where has she been all these years?”“I don’t know,” I murmured, my thumb tracing the crimson wax. Half of it already broken to the floor. My brain was completely fried, staggering under the weight of many thou
When the elevator doors slid open onto the secure penthouse level, the air changed. It was cooler outside, smelling faintly of clean linens and the expensive wood polish of the private residence.We all started our journey back to the Vane Penthouse. We haven’t stepped our foot back into the estate building since the night we came to Lena house because of the incident that happened back there.At the very least, I could go home and rest my head from all the memories that had flicked at me today. Yes, it wasn’t going to end anytime soon but I still desperately needed some rest.Beside me, Silas remained silent. His injured hand rested on his knee, bandaged hastily by Lena before we left the tower. Despite the blood loss and exhaustion etched across his face, he still looked composed.We finally got to the penthouse. “Go inside with Lena,” Silas said, his voice dropping into that low, flat tone he used when he was with me alone. He said turning his head towards me, his dark eyes fixed
I looked from one face to another, waiting for someone; anyone—to laugh and admit this was some kind of prank. But Nobody did.My heart began pounding so hard that the pressure started hurting. “What did you just say?” I whispered, the sound of my question felt faint. Arthur slowly straightened, his expression which was not usually solemn became so towards me. “I said,” he repeated carefully, “that you are the last surviving daughter of the Caelthorne Dynasty.”“No.” I immediately shook my head, moving back slowly. “No, that’s not possible. My parents were ordinary people. We weren’t some dynasty. We were drowning in debt.”“You were made to believe that,” my Godmother said quietly.My head snapped toward her so fast that my neck made a cracking sound. For the first time since entering the boardroom, she was looking directly at me. Not with pity but with Pure, unbearable guilt.Arthur turned to my Godmother, not facing me again. His attention fully focused on her like no one was i
The silence that followed Cassandra’s words was so heavy it felt like it was choking me. Her trembling, manicured finger was still pointed directly at my face, her elegant composure completely shattered into a million ugly pieces.Of all the things I expected to see that night, jealousy had never been one of them. But the look in Cassandra’s eyes wasn’t corporate anger. It was heartbreak. She wasn't just angry that Silas was alive. She was furious that I was the one standing next to him. I know exactly how women act when they have feelings for someone. The entire boardroom was still staring including Arthur at all of us like they have seen a ghost Silas blood-stained hand was still clenched tight in my hand, his fingers casually dropping over the grip of the pistol tucked into his waistband. He didn't pull it out, but the subtle shift of his shoulders made two investors near the door quietly slide backward in their chairs."Careful, Cassandra," Silas said. His voice was dangerous
"Keep your mouths covered!" Elias yelled through the smoke. I buried my face against Silas’s shoulder as he carried me through the collapsing corridors of Level Four. Around us, the alarms were blaring so loud, and now everyone was sincerely running for their lives.Everything was chaos. Who wants to die? Hell no but at least I’m not the one running, my husband is and so that was my own safety net. “Hurry!” Elias shouted from ahead, his voice echoing through the concrete wall of level four. “The secondary ventilation system is failing guys!” Sincerely I had wished that Elias had whispered this danger to our ears so the demons (Julian, Marissa, and Victor) won’t be aware of the danger coming. "Silas, put me down! I can walk!" I choked out, coughing violently into his shoulder. I was acting up though to see if he would actually put me down. "Shut up, Vienne," he growled, his voice deep and rough with a raw terror I had never heard from him before. He didn't even slow down.“We’re
The whisper didn't come from the speakers. It sounded directly behind my ears and it sounded so scary. “Welcome home, Princess.”Before I could react, white light swallowed everything again.The server room disappeared.When my vision cleared, I was no longer standing in Level Four.I was standing inside a massive hall illuminated by hundreds of candles. Towering stained-glass windows stretched toward an impossibly high ceiling. Crimson banners hung from silver pillars, each of them bearing the same intricate seal that had haunted my nightmares for years.“Where am I”? I questioned myself. I stood up from the ground. “Hello!!! Anyone here”. Yes I was scared to even speak a word but I had to. No one answered. Instead, a heavy, solid door crashed directly at me, knocking the wind out of my lungs as I opened my eyes wide. Suddenly a man stepped inside the hall. It was his face… MY DAD. “Vienne! Come in here my princess”. A little girl stood several feet away. She couldn’t have bee







