The whole room was in a complete silence as Derek and Devian tried to process what Ciel just said. The expected groom was supposed to be crippled, not this tall and confident man, who is clearly in control of the situation at the moment.
Roxanne is also shocked. Not only is Ciel Sebastien not disabled, but he is also the same mysterious “Pretty boy” from the bar the previous night. Her heart raced with conflicting emotions ranging from disbelief, confusion, and embarrassment.
Derek’s face turns pale instantly as soon as he realizes his mistake. He had thought the expected groom would be a crippled, powerless man. Now, he is looking at an imposing and powerful man who clearly does not appear like someone to be taken lightly.
Ciel moves forward as he addressed Derek coldly.
“So, Mr. Renwick, tell me, you were saying something about your Son in law?” His voice is calm, but it unsettles Derek.
Derek tried to talk, in a bid to regain control. “There…there must have been some mistake! We were told that….”
“Told what, exactly? That I was unsuitable for marriage?” Ciel tilts his head slightly, his silver eyes gleaming with amusement.
Derek opened his mouth but no words came out. The aura of Ciel’s presence was choking.
Just then, a voice rang out from the door.
“Wait, wait, what did I just hear?!”
Reina strode into the room with a smug smirk on her lips. She had come to taunt Roxanne as usual. Instead, she met a situation where it appears her father was about to collapse, and Devian is still kneeling on the floor, holding his twisted arms.
Her eyes fell on Ciel, who was standing with an air of confidence in the center of the room. The handsome man she was supposed to marry, but according to her family, was a supposed cripple.
“And you must be the other daughter. The one who was supposed to be my wife.” Ciel said with a casual tone as he turns to face Reina, but everyone can notice the amusement in it.
Reina looked at him in disbelief and panic.
“Wait…wait, you are…Ciel Sebastien?” She asked.
Realization dawned on her and for the first time in her life, she is truly speechless. Her plan to taunt and mock her step sister was crushed instantly.
She had spent the past few days laughing at her sister for being forced into a marriage with a crippled billionaire, only to find out now that the man is anything but crippled.
She quickly recoverd from her shock, trying to put on an air of arrogance.
“Well, I suppose everything turned out well, then. You were almost married to the wrong sister, but maybe, that was fate.
She moves closely to Ciel, putting on her most seductive smile.
“But we can always correct that mistake, right? You deserve the best, after all.”
She tries to touch him.
But before she could say Jack, Ciel catches her hand mid air, his grip not so rough.
“I don't appreciate being touched by just anyone,” he says with a smooth voice.
Reina gasps, as she pulls her hand back. Her act was shattered. It was then she realizes she is dealing with a man completely out of her league.
Before she could recover, the doors opened again. Evelyn rushes in, she had been clearly called by someone, possibly Derek, who was in a state of panic.
She assesses the situation in the room, as he takes in her husband's horrified expression, her daughter's frozen stance, and the powerful aura oozing from Ciel Sebastien.
Unlike her daughter, Evelyn was able to quickly mask her shock. She instantly put on her mostly motherly expression and moves towards Ciel with a polite, almost pleading smile.
“Oh, my dear son in law, I am so sorry for all the confusion. You must understand, this was all a big misunderstanding!.”
Ciel raises an eyebrow at her but says nothing.
She continues, her tone changing into complete manipulation mode. “You see, our precious Reina was meant to be your wife, but there was a mix up. I am sure we can fix things and give you the bride you were promised.”
She looked at Roxanne with disgust. “I am sure Roxanne understands as well that this was just a small mistake. She wouldn't want to hold you back when you deserve someone better, right, dear?”
She gives Roxanne a look that says know your place.
Roxanne clenches her first together, as anger boiled insider her. she was trying to throw her aside like trash again.
But before she could say anything, Ciel laughs. It's a deep and rich sound that echoes through the room, making everyone confused.
“A mistake?” He said as he steps forward a bit. “So let me get this straight, Mrs Renwick. Your family tricked mine. You deceived my parents into believing your perfect daughter would marry me, only to change to Roxanne at the last minute. And now that the truth is obvious, you think you can just undo it?”
The smile on Evelyn's face disappeared. “W-well, it was not exactly like that…”
“Oh, I think it was exactly like that.” he cuts her off. He then turns to Roxanne with a soft gaze. “And tell me, my dear wife, do you want to give up your position so easily?”
Roxanne was caught off guard and swallows hard. She knows what Evelyn expects her to say, what she has always been forced to do.
But something seems different now. Something has changed. Maybe it's the way Ciel is looking her, making her have a choice for once.
She straightens her back as she prepares to answer. “No, I don't want to.”
Evelyn's eyes widen in surprise. “You ungrateful spoilt brat! After everything we have done for you…”
“Careful, Mrs Renwick. That “spoilt brat” is now my wife. And in case you are not aware, I do not take lightly to anyone messing with what's mine.” Ciel cuts her short again.
The entire room feels like it's choking under his authority.
Evelyn grits her teeth, as she tried to hold back her anger. She knows she has lost, for now but she will not let Roxanne win so easily.
As she looked at her daughter, an unspoken agreement is made between them.
If they can't correct the situation now, they will find another way.
They will surely make Roxanne regret this marriage.
The wine glass trembled slightly in Evelyn’s hand as she waited in the dimly lit lounge of James Ferguson’s private estate. The soft ticking of the grandfather clock was the only sound in the room. It had been days since her release, and in that time, her world had shifted into something grotesquely unfamiliar. Her relationship with Derek can be described as strained.He barely looked at her and spoke to her, unless she does.She bad not seen her daughter since she cane back.James had told them she was being attended to in a mental institution.He did not tell them the location and spoke like he wanted them to know.She and Derek had also been too disoriented to ask.Evelyn was a woman used to control. To power. To having answers before questions were asked.Now, she had none.The door opened smoothly. James entered with his usual charisma wrapped in tailored black, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp as razors.“You came,” he said, voice soft yet mocking. “I was not su
Few days after Derek and Evelyn were released, Devian was finally released.Ciel had captured him alongside Derek and Evelyn as a collateral then.But he also decided he was no more a threat.His time in detention should have been enough to teach him a lesson.Aside his businesses he lost, now he would know better than to mess with Ciel and Roxanne.He found his way back to his father's mansion after his release.The house was silent and he felt like his family had moved out.The usual ambience was not always this quiet.He knew his absence would have caused a lot of commotion.And now that he is back, he was hoping his return would be joyous.Especially when they see him.But now, everything was looking grim.He walked slowly up the path that leads to the house, as each step felt heavier than the last.The grandeur of the mansion felt hollow, even though it still looks imposing.It was not the home he remembered.Right now, it looks more like a shell of pride and past glory.The door
After James left, Derek had been sober.For the first time in many years, he wandered through his house with heavy heart.For the past few weeks, he had been held captive, but now, he was free.But for some reasons, the wight on his shoulders felt more heavier than ever.As he stood in the hallway, the distant ticking of the clock echoed through the house like a countdown to something he was not sure he could face.Everything felt different. The light did not shine the same way through the windows. The warmth of the place was gone, stripped away by betrayal, regret, and the unbearable truth.He moved slowly through the foyer, his steps heavy with uncertainty. On the far wall hung a series of framed pictures.The ones he had passed a thousand times but never truly looked at.His eyes locked on a small photo tucked near the edge. It was old, faded at the corners, but unmistakable.It was that of Roxanne.She was barely five years old when the picture was taken.Her smile was angelic.
On the outskirts of the city, an isolated building, almost like a safe house, stood.They sky above hung low with soem thick gray clouds, which cast a somber hue over the building.It was the institution where mentally ill people are kept and being catered for.It was the place Reina had been brought to few weeks earlier when she broke down.The weight of everything was too much for her, and with the absence of her parents, she lost her drive and it affected her.James had wasted no time in rescuing her and bringing her here.It was the least he could do since he realized she was his daughter.The iron gates to the building creaked loudly , and opened to allow a black car enter in silently.James Ferguson was sitting in the black car, looking composed.He had a firm expression on as his fingers tap the armrest in a rhythmic manner.The car came to a stop, and the driver stepped out, opening the door. James adjusted the cuffs of his tailored coat and stepped into the cold air, the sce
The taxi pulled over in front of the house.Derek and Evelyn came out slowly with heavy emotions on their face.Luckily for them, Derek had some rumpled notes from months ago in his pocket, with which he paid the cab man.And off he sped.Leaving Derek and Evelyn.Isolated.They were two broken figures, their pride gone.They went in.The whole house was silent.Looking at it, there seems to be no one around.The maids must have left when their bosses disappeared.Evelyn stared out the window at the overcast sky, her hands wrapped tightly around a cup of untouched tea. Derek sat across from her, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor as though the answers to his life’s ruin might appear in the carpet fibers.The doorbell rang.Evelyn stiffened."Expecting anyone?" Derek asked, his voice brittle from not talking.She shook her head slowly. Derek stood and approached the door cautiously. When he opened it, the last person he expected to see stood on the porch, flanked by two suite
It was barely afternoon when a black SUV pulled over to a quiet stop at the edge of the city one day.The gravel crunched beneath it's tires as it screeched to a stop.The door opened and two figures came out slowly.They were Derek and Evelyn.They were both silent.It has been exactly two months since they were taken into custody by Ciel's private security team.They had been isolated in different cells.No contact with one another and with the outside world.They had thought they had no chance at forgiveness, and redemption.Until today, which was rather unexpected.Derek looked thinner, the weight of his sins having carved hollows into his cheeks. His once-confident stance now sagged with uncertainty. Evelyn, usually poised and sharp-tongued, looked weary, as though her guilt had aged her ten years.The doors of the SUV slammed shut behind them, startling them both. A single security agent nodded at them before turning his attention to the road."You're free to go. You've serve