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"If you keep staring at him like that I might just not be willing to sign these papers."
I still stared, unwaveringly, at Grace. Right now he was sound asleep in his crib... By the time he wakes up, I'll be far gone.
Danielle was standing next to me, her expression full of thrill and warmth.
She loved him the way I did and that's all that mattered... for my son.
It was a struggle to tear my eyes away from this little ball. I met Danielle’s eyes. We stared in silence. Mine hinted at guilt, but what was more evident was desperation.
I was desperate... This is my son... I want him to live a very normal life.
The life that I didn't have a chance to experience.
Before I was adopted, I was just a little girl, living in the shadows of the Waldorf family, until Keaton decided to welcome me into the family... I didn't understand my situation back then. What would a five-year-old kid even know then?
Maybe sometime in the future I’ll be able to openly acknowledge Grace as my flesh and blood... That can't happen if Keaton and Flavian live longer... That can't happen if my whole Waldorf family challenges me, the EC will be getting involved.
I’ve witnessed a scene firsthand at the madhouse where Madame Antoinette executed a whole relative’s family after confirming one of his children was born from incest. She didn't give a reason, she never does. It just happened and nobody talked about it.
"To set an example," said Keaton when I asked.
I was only nine. That day was forever engraved in my mind... though this never occurred to me the night I slept with Flavian.
The Waldorf family was not just your regular criminal family running the mafia. The Waldorf family was of noble blood, around for ages and generations. However, in the past there was a need to preserve the blood and genes, so naturally there were incestuous unions and alliances. The consequences showed in the new generation of descendants, plagued with strange illnesses. The birth counts also started dropping and so much happened that even some of the heirs didn't live long.
That was actually how the Elders’ Court was established, with the goal to preserve the Waldorf household while also electing the most eligible heir.
They made rules which included that no heir must be born through incest, nor should they engage in one.
Flavian and I weren't blood related so this rule is insignificant.
I'm safe right? Wrong.
There's another rule stating that every union between an heir their mate of interest must be verified and approved by the EC, the leader of the empire and the matriarch of the family.
Nobody would approve of us, Flavian had 3 wives already, one is deceased, second one, he divorced and the third one is depressed.
Just thinking about my years of sweat and blood, surviving this family.... surviving Keaton’s upbringing... could go to waste? Waste? No... I have to succeed my dad, it's me against me.
Can't let anything inconvenience my plans now.
Not even this child.
I was the first to leave the room. Danielle followed and met me in the dining room soon after.
On the table was a pen and a few documents lying around... adoption files... I just stared at my own paperwork, pen in hand, expression blank as ever.
"You don't have to do this-"
"He looks every inch like that man. Yes, I do!"
"Exactly. What if someone suspects me then? You know I'm not married... You know every member of that family has default generic features: green eyes, blonde hair..."
She was right though. Anyone who marries into the Waldorf family, their children inherit the genes. It was rare to see mutants. Flavian’s father was a good example; he had red hair and blue eyes... It’s funny that none of his sons inherited it, not even his looks.
"I assumed you were in a relationship."
Her silence confirmed my words and I took my eyes back to the document in front of me, flipping the page and inking down the first signature. Consent.
This was also a contract, prepared by a lawyer I hired privately. The clauses were on point, an adoption contract that ensured the safe life I envisioned for Grace... no mistreatment and no negligence. I know aunt Danny would never... but just like Percy always said... Paper is evidence.
I’m sure that before Grace turns 18 I would have achieved the goal... reached the level where the Elders’ Court cannot penalize me using their stiff rules...ohh I forgot to mention as another one
'an heir is prohibited from having offsprings outside wedlock'
I won't need to abolish the rules. I just need to remain unchallenged. I signed another page. Approval.
"Eve, I still think there are other ways to go about this... let's be logical here."
Thanks to daddy... Flavian almost died. Will he ever recover from that? If dad can do such damage to his own flesh and blood, what more will he do when he finds out his brother has a son with his step daughter? What will happen if he figures his brother has a son before him?
If I don't make things right now, will my son, who is only three months old, live to see his twenties? Will he even live?
Why are there so many thoughts?
I just want a future... why so many thoughts?
So many obstacles—
My body jerked at the sudden pitch of a cry that hurt my ears... but mostly my heart. Without delay, we rushed back upstairs into my room where Grace was wailing in his crib.
I cradled him into my arms, my heart pounding... I haven’t gotten used to him yet, but I guess he has gotten used to me because he hushed up the second his mouth was sucking my breast.
This little sound box.
Oh, stop looking at me with those eyes. You're gonna make it harder for me to leave you and it's not fair.
My eyes widened as he raised his arm in the air, feeling my cheeks, feeling my face... This was the first time. When his palm touched my lips, I smooched it.
The moment was awkward yet I kept smiling like a helpless, charmed fool.
"I wish this would last longer."
Danielle said it... she said what was on my mind.
"I'll be downstairs. I got some documents waiting for my signature."
My eyes lit up at once. She agreed.
She finally agreed...
The awkwardness that was clouding the air was long gone, replaced with something lighter, like some burden had evaporated off my shoulders.
"Thank you. For all you're doing for me..."
She flashed a wide smile, blowing a kiss before exiting the room.
Although my mother is just as lovely and caring, Danielle has been more of a mother to me than her since I knew her.
She never lets me down.
EveThroughout the flight, Flavian and Christopher were asleep... Christopher fell asleep watching a cartoon, Flavian fell asleep watching me work. I couldn't be bothered to engage in small talks with him when he tried striking a conversation. Unfortunately I wasn't interested in him anymore. I swear it.I shut down my laptop as soon as the pilot announced landing.Ten minutes later, I woke Christopher up. Since I gave Crandon a day off, no one was here to handle my things and Christopher’s nanny was not present.So yeah, I ordered Flavian to carry Christopher while I held my handbag."Today you'll be my secretary, Flavian. Keep up."I told him before descending down the stairs majestically because, of course, I'm the heir of this empire. Every word I say is an order, not a request."Hmmm, Mommy walks really heavy. She's mad! What did you do to her, Granduncle?" I heard Christopher say to Flavian.There was a line of eight cars waiting to receive us."Mommy's angry that I haven't re
"Honey! You're back!"Someone yelled, rushing past me like a flash. Who?The person I see choking Flavian in a hug was Layla. I bet she missed him a lot, a whole lot."Mommy you're squeezing my wrist!" Christopher's voice snapped me out of my daze. I realised how stiff my expression was as I stared at the lovely couple obstructing my view.My eyes never peeled off Flavian; my chest tightened with irritation as I watched him kiss her. He kissed her? Of course he would, that's his wife.But it should have been you he shows that affection to... it should be you in his arms after seven years, not that...The fuck is up with my mind today... Whatever happened has happened; it's all in the past now.I'm not a home wrecker—Now why is he looking at me with those eyes when kissing his wife? What's he playing at or trying to prove? That he's a loving husband that loves and cares for his wife? Yeah, no fuck, I have eyes and a lot on my plate to give one or two fucks. I gritted when he deepened
EveNot sure I want to play dress up for my mom's funeral but Madame Antoinette wouldn't let me be... Forcing me to fit into a black maxi gown, as usual the corset was squeezing my organs the more the servant Gina drew the strings..."It's all for the show" that's what she said.After an entire 3 hrs of being hauled up in my room in the name of appearing presentable since the elders would be present too at the funeral, I stepped out of my quarters, clad in a black turtleneck black gown, full sleeves, and a black translucent veil draped over me.So suffocating, not just the dress... the atmosphere, the dread.The estate was packed with mobsters and some relatives I have never seen before.some will be heading to the funeral, others will stick around to break bottles and spill blood.When I was already on the ground floor, heading for the front entrance, I sensed an eye on me... not one, not two... I tilted my neck upwards and the first person I caught staring at me was... Christopher,
Eve"Where's my mother!!!"I screamed at the security guards trailing me while I ran down the spiral stairs again after checking her room only to find out she wasn't there... This was her quarters... why wasn't she having the baby here?"Ma'am, she's in the emergency ward, third floor of the clinic building on the left," one of the security guards finally disclosed just as I flew past the front entrance.So much has changed here in the one year I've been away. Now there's a home hospital? I didn't have time to be intrigued, so I rushed into the building, ignoring whoever was occupying the front desk and dashing into the elevator.A minute was all it took me to catch my breath. As soon as the doors slid open, I was back, chasing after a voice... a cry that wasn't there but I believed it to be.I haven't really been close to my mother. She always looked detached and somewhat cold, and whenever I looked into her eyes I always knew I reminded her of the horror she passed through. Was it
EveSeven-year-olds have a knack for asking questions that can undo you, I swear. Tell me why these little munchkins won't stop harassing me with questions like: Where are you from? What did you do before coming to St. Paul? What's with the glasses, are you blind? Are you even qualified to teach us? Can you pronounce the word "Floccinaucinihilipilification"?In the end, I just heaved a sigh, flashing them a warm smile that didn't do any good to stop the unofficial interview.This was my second week as a teacher at St. Paul, the school Grace attends. My little boy is now a 2nd grader... oh, the luck I have to watch him grow... eight years and counting.When I turned to the board, ready to mark down our topic of the day, I shivered as nostalgia kicked in.Just in time, I shifted to the side the same moment a book clashed with the marker board.Yeah, I should be surprised, I should be annoyed but I guess eight years is all it takes to change someone. I scanned the room that had now gone
Eve"If you keep staring at him like that I might just not be willing to sign these papers."I still stared, unwaveringly, at Grace. Right now he was sound asleep in his crib... By the time he wakes up, I'll be far gone.Danielle was standing next to me, her expression full of thrill and warmth.She loved him the way I did and that's all that mattered... for my son.It was a struggle to tear my eyes away from this little ball. I met Danielle’s eyes. We stared in silence. Mine hinted at guilt, but what was more evident was desperation.I was desperate... This is my son... I want him to live a very normal life. The life that I didn't have a chance to experience.Before I was adopted, I was just a little girl, living in the shadows of the Waldorf family, until Keaton decided to welcome me into the family... I didn't understand my situation back then. What would a five-year-old kid even know then?Maybe sometime in the future I’ll be able to openly acknowledge Grace as my flesh and bloo







