Chapter 4: Funeral
Three days later, the Winston estate was transformed into a sea of white as mourners gathered to pay their respects to the late Emilia Winston. A large photograph of Emilia was prominently displayed on the wall, surrounded by flowers and candles. Friends, business associates, and acquaintances filled the room, their faces somber and their attire immaculately white. Members of the media mingled with the crowd, their cameras and notebooks at the ready. The board of directors of the Winston company was also present, their expressions suitably grave. Catherine Winston, flanked by her children Emma and Ryan, stood at the forefront of the gathering. All three were dressed in white, their faces etched with fake concern and their eyes dry with pretended tears. They greeted the mourners with somber nods and hollow condolences, their performances convincing to none but themselves. As the ceremony progressed, the hypocrisy in the room was palpable. The Winston family's crocodile tears and feigned grief were a stark contrast to the genuine sorrow of those who had truly loved Emilia. But for now, the charade continued, a necessary facade to maintain the illusion of a united and grieving family. Some journalist that were present had taken the initiative to ask Catherine some questions in hope to know the next plan for the Wiston family after the death of their successor. Journalist: Mrs. Winston, I'm so sorry for your loss. As the last family members of Emilia, what's the next step for the Winston company, especially since the successor passed away on the same day she was supposed to take over? It's quite unusual, to say the least. Catherine Winston: (pretending to cry) Oh, the pain of losing Emilia is still so fresh... (composing herself) Death is something no one can predict. It's unfortunate that Emilia had to leave us at such a young age... (wiping away fake tears) She had so much potential, so much to offer... (sighing dramatically) Journalist: Yes, it's indeed tragic. But, if I may ask, what's the plan for the company's leadership now? There must be some contingency in place? Catherine Winston: (with a calculated tone) Well, we can't let the chair of CEO remain vacant. It would be a disservice to Emilia's memory and the company's stakeholders. Ryan, my son, is the obvious choice to succeed Emilia. He's been groomed for this role, and I have every confidence in him. (smiling through her tears) He'll take the company to new heights, I'm sure of it. Ryan, who was pretending to cry, receiving condolences from friends and relatives, was taken aback by his mother's bold statement. He hadn't expected her to announce his succession so soon, especially not in public. He regained his composure quickly, as the reporters rushed to him. Reporter 2: Ryan, is it true? Will you be taking over as the new CEO of the Winston company? Ryan Winston: (with a bold and confident smile) Yes, that's correct. I'm ready to lead the company to even greater heights. (pausing for dramatic effect) I won't let my sister's legacy go to waste. I'll make sure her vision for the company is realized. Reporter 3: But, Ryan, aren't you a bit young for such a responsibility? You're only 22, and Emilia was supposed to take over at 20... Ryan Winston: (smirking) Age is just a number. I've been preparing for this role my whole life. I have the skills, the knowledge, and the passion to lead this company. And with my mother's guidance... (glancing at Catherine) I'm unstoppable. *** After the ceremony, Catherine and her children changed out of their white clothes and into colorful attire. They gathered in the living room, where a party atmosphere awaited. Emma poured herself a drink and handed one to Ryan, exclaiming, "Mother, you were brilliant today! Announcing Ryan as the successor was a masterstroke!" Catherine smiled, sipping her wine. "Thank you, dear. I knew it was the perfect moment to secure our family's future." Ryan thanked his mother, adding, "You've secured my future as CEO. I won't let you down." Catherine set her wine cup down and walked over to her children. "As long as I'm alive, no one will ever snatch what rightfully belongs to our family. The Winston legacy will continue to thrive, and I'll make sure of it." Emma chimed in, "And that little bitch Emilia is gone for good! She was flying too high, thinking she could take our place. But now she's erased, permanently!" Catherine's expression turned cold and calculating. "Yes, Emilia was a threat, but she's been eliminated. And now, with Ryan as CEO, our grip on the company is tighter than ever." Ryan smirked, "The game has only just begun, Mother. And I'm ready to play." Catherine smiled, her eyes glinting with ambition. "Oh, my children, we're just getting started. The Winston empire will rise to new heights, and no one will ever take that away from us.Chapter 20: Recuperation Emilia stood before the bathroom mirror, gently washing her face as the warm water soothed her parched skin. Her body ached all over, a lingering reminder of the ordeal she had endured. Yet, despite the pain, a spark of excitement flickered within her. She had strayed from her goal for far too long, but now she was finally back on track. As she gazed into the mirror, Emilia's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing her reflection. Her once luminous skin now looked pale and thin, her cheekbones jutting out prominently from her face. The vibrant, radiant woman she once was had given way to a fragile, weakened version. Still, amidst the frailty, her beauty shone through - a haunting, ethereal quality that seemed almost otherworldly. Her sapphire blue irises flashed with determination as she turned away from the mirror. Emilia's thoughts shifted to the past, to the day of her graduation, when she was poised to take over the Wiston empire as its rightful heir. But fate had
Chapter 19: It felt like a nightmare, but it was damn real. Emilia's foot pressed harder on the accelerator, the speedometer needle quivering at 90 mph. Tears blurred her vision, but she didn't care. She couldn't care about anything anymore. The party's cruel words still echoed in her mind: "You're just a temporary distraction, Emilia. Lucas will always love Sophia." The memory of Lucas handing her divorce papers earlier that night seared her mind. She thought there was still a chance, a glimmer of hope that Lucas would love and cherish her. But it was all an illusion. She was just a plaything, a placeholder until Sophia returned. Emilia's vision cleared momentarily, revealing the dark highway stretching before her. She wiped away tears with one hand, her eyes welling up again. The loneliness suffocating her was familiar, a desperate feeling she thought she'd left behind when Mr. Blackwood rescued her from the coma three years ago. Now, that sense of isolation consumed her. She f
Chapter 18: The Truth Comes to Light:Emilia's eyes widened in shock as she approached the couple embracing on the dance floor. Who was this woman, and how dare she cling so tightly to her husband? Emilia's rage simmered, boiling over with each step.Without hesitation, Emilia rushed toward them, her hands grasping for the woman's arm. She dragged the woman's hand forcibly, separating her from Lucas's embrace. The sudden movement caught everyone's attention.The music screeched to a halt, and the room fell silent. All eyes fixed on the trio."What's going on here?" Emilia demanded, her furious tone echoing through the room. "Lucas, who is this...this bitch you're hugging?"But before she could continue, a stinging slap rocked Emilia's face, sending her stumbling backward. She lost balance and fell, her hand instinctively rising to cradle her burning cheek.Disbelieving, Emilia gazed up at Lucas, her eyes searching for answers. Did Lucas just hit her?Lucas's face contorted in disgust
CHAPTER 17: THE DARKNESS OF DESPAIR Day 3 in the Basement The cold, damp walls seemed to close in around her, the darkness suffocating. She lay on the filthy floor, her body battered and bruised. The only sound was the faint scratching of rats scurrying through the shadows. The small hole in the wall, created by those same rats, allowed a sliver of light to pierce the darkness, a cruel reminder of the world outside.The girl sat on the cold, damp floor, surrounded by pitch blackness. Her disheveled locks cascaded down her pale face, framing eyes red-rimmed from crying.With a broken piece of ceramic, she etched a figure on the floor, her hand moving with uncertain strokes. She couldn't see what she was drawing, but her fingers seemed to move of their own accord.As she drew, she sang a haunting melody, her voice hoarse from tears. The words were barely audible, but the sweetness of her tone lingered in the darkness."Lost in shadows, I wander freeA heart once whole, now broken sea
Chapter 16: You Sl**t how dare you try to flirt with my man.As Amelia tended to Reynolds' wounds, she wept uncontrollably, her body shaking with sobs. Ivy, meanwhile, stormed over to Emilia, her face twisted in anger. She grabbed Emilia's shoulders shaking her roughly, her fingers digging deep into her skin. "Look at what you've done, Emilia!" Ivy spat. "Look at the chaos you've created!"Emilia's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at the scene before her. Jace's face still burned with anger, his eyes flashing with a fierce intensity that made her shiver. He looked like he could cause damage if given another chance.But before Ivy could continue her tirade, Jace intervened. "Mrs. Blackwood, stop! It's not her fault, it's this monster's fault!" he exclaimed, pointing at Reynolds.Ivy's response was swift and brutal. She slapped Jace across the face, her palm leaving a red imprint on his cheek. Emilia gasped in shock, her eyes darting back and forth between Ivy and Jace, mother and
Chapter 25: You sl**t I curse the day, my son married you, you don't deserve to be a daughter-in-law of this family. *** Back in the Blackwood estate, Amelia stormed through the front door, her face twisted in anger and frustration. She tossed the few shopping bags she had with her to the ground, spilling clothes all over the floor. Ivy, who had been on the phone with the caterer, rushed into the room, concern etched on her face. "Amelia, what's wrong? Why are you back so early? And why so few clothes?" Ivy asked, eyeing the scattered garments. Amelia's scowl deepened. "It's all thanks to Emilia. She had to go and ruin my shopping trip." Ivy's eyes widened as Amelia recounted the events at the mall. "Why wasn't that girl arrested? If only she was arrested, all our problems would end. Now she's ruined my baby's shopping." Emilia, who had been standing at the entrance, heard every hurtful word. Tears streaming down her face, she stepped forward. "Mother, how can you say such