i threw away the empire.

Okay there. Let me write my own story. I was named Sienna. Right Sienna Vane, when the last name had to be attached.

And somehow I just ended with this attitude towards life. The way I talk about things, the way I speak, all of them and strictly speaking probably not really it happened somehow.

But I just like the way I speak. It had been years already, since I started talking to myself and letting myself live as a character so I can have some energy to deal with situations like this.

And now here we go. There before me sat three people. Right before is my uncle, my father's brother, Marcus Vane. And two women, one used to be my step-mother, to whom my father married right after my mother's demise. Now that I think about it, such a family it is, whatever I have, before my eyes.

And then Uncle Marcus started talking, while throwing the files which Riya, framed beautifully just for me, just go get me out from here, from Vane Media. And Riya was used to be and I used to call her sister, oh well, step-sister, now I call her cousin.

“The files show fraud, and money embezzlement. Prove yourself.” He said.

Right, prove yourself is what he said, and not whether what he is seeing is true.

“Defend yourself Sienna. My dear cousin. I just found them while going through the financial reports. Someone must want to blackmail you, cousin.” Riya said with crooked fake tears.

Well apart from telling the world my works are her works and being called as the most genius writer in her twenties by hollywood she is also an actress. But she is totally doing the bad job here.

“Right dear. Your uncle may be harsh. But we all just want the best of you. You still need to finish writing scripts under your cousin's name. Who else can give you shelter if not us. We are the only ones after all.”

Wow. I thought, that voice is totally my step mother and now, she had become my Aunt instead. My father married her right after my mother's demise, and my step-mother married his brother right after my father's demise. When I said such a family they're, this is indeed what I mean.

“Right, Cousin, don't worry about what mother says, don't anger Dad. It is no good for your life.” Riya said, she is just exaggerating it. Her eyebrows lifting and shifting, her hands guesting with deliberate elegance which looked more like disgust.

And honestly good that my cousin set this trap for me. I just wanted to leave these people as soon as possible.

And here we go. She just provided me the opportunity.

Speak. Uncle Marcus shouted his temples on the forehead twitching with impatience.

“As cousin said Someone is doing it.” since asked me to defend I'll do so one last time for myself.

“Huh. Who would even do that. No one in the world knows who you are. The world only knows someone other than my daughter Riya Vane exists. About you who knows.” Aunt Vane laughed hard, her cheeks almost bursting out.

I really had to clap my Aunt for her sheer audacity to shout out loud about the fact that she and her daughter are taking the credit for my work. How arrogant are they to think everything is under their control. But don't worry this time I'm collecting every debt. I'm just recording whatever you are saying.

And just then Uncle Vane lifted his hand in the air, and both the mother and daughter duo froze and stopped saying another word as if frozen by the ice in the summer.

“Don't be reckless.” He said. “Now don't challenge our patience. Either accept the chargers or defend yourself.”

“I did defend myself. You are still asking. Coveting my own money. You are forgetting logic here Uncle.” I said calmly, this is the psychology of things, and this is how it works, the calmer someone talks, the anxious people like my aunt and cousin will be.

And as expected, they both slammed the table and stood up. Aunt Vane walked towards me roaring, “how stupid you are getting, you must have forgotten my teaching, let me remind them.” She adjusted her hands and raised her hand hard, like she always does. Like she always did. But oh dear, those times are over.

Just as she reached to give me a hard slap I took her hand and said, “your hands become so rough these days Aunt. Let me recommend a new skin care, I saw Cousin using it. See how good her hands are. You shouldn't weaken yours.” Just as I mentioned the beauty she stopped in her advancement and glanced at her husband and then at her dear daughter's hands.

Just when everyone is trapped in their own things I started talking, I thought about playing the recording I just recorded, but no, that is no wise move, so instead I'll just walk away, let them enjoy the so-called empire without an empress in it.

“Defending myself is useless, when you absolutely want me out. Plus, I'm already tired of all your stuff, enjoy your empire all you want, take the inheritance for all you want.” I said and without waiting for another second I walked out.

Since they want me out, they surely wouldn't come to send me off. As I started walking they said, “if you step out from here, you can never be a Vane again, you can never find a shelter to live, never ever come back.” Uncle Vane said.

I stopped in my tracks, “As long as you never initiate the fight, I would do the same. Best of luck on enjoying the empire." They looked at each other, and nodded, but their faces were glowing with more light. But I'm looking forward to seeing how they will survive. Especially how my cousin will survive without me writing scripts for her, without me doing her work for her. Without me handling her problems she created for her. Without me will there be the empire I had developed after my grandparents, would it rise to its peak or to its demise?