MasukCarol’s POV.Morning light slipped weakly through the curtains when I heard Natasha’s voice from her room. It was soft and tired, the kind of sound that instantly made people want to help. I was already awake, sitting by the small vanity near the window, pretending to be absorbed in brushing my hair. I had stayed the night after convincing her I wanted to spend more time with her. She believed it without hesitation, smiling the way only she could, grateful that we were “close again.”When I walked into her room, she looked pale. Her hand rested on her forehead as if she was trying to push away a dull ache. I asked if she was alright, though I already knew what she would say.“I just feel off this morning,” she murmured, her voice faint. “I think I need something light. Maria can make that herbal soup I told you about. It helps me feel better.”I nodded, giving her the kind of concerned look she expected from me. I sat beside her, adjusting the pillow behind her back. She smiled, whis
Carol’s POV.The weeks that followed moved slowly, yet every moment inside the mansion felt heavy with quiet calculation. I visited as often as I could, never too much to seem suspicious, but enough to appear like a loving sister who had learned her lesson. Each time I arrived, Natasha welcomed me warmly, her face soft with trust. She believed every word of my apology. Her kindness made it easy to play the part.I often found her in the nursery, sorting through baby items that filled the shelves—tiny clothes folded neatly, soft blankets with embroidered edges, and a crib that looked like it had never known sadness. The glow on her face each time she spoke about the baby irritated me more than I liked to admit. I smiled through it, helping her arrange things while she talked about names and colors. She would pause to ask what I thought, and I would say everything looked perfect, even though the sight of it all burned quietly inside me.Sometimes she would laugh, that same gentle sound
Natasha’s POV.The afternoon light spilled through the tall windows, warm but heavy, as though even the sun hesitated to touch the tension sitting in the room. I sat beside Sylvester, my hands clasped on my lap, my heart quietly unsettled. The house felt too quiet, too aware of what was about to happen. When the front doors opened, the faint sound of footsteps echoed down the marble floor, steady but uncertain.Carol walked in.She looked smaller than I remembered, her shoulders drawn in, her face pale and tired. Her eyes were downcast, her fingers trembling slightly as she held her purse close. For a brief moment, I wondered if the woman standing before me was truly my sister or just a shadow of her. My chest tightened, but I stayed seated, unwilling to let my emotions show too quickly.“Natasha,” she said softly. Her voice quivered, the way it used to when she was caught lying as a child. “I know I’ve done terrible things. I don’t even know where to begin. I just… I wanted to see yo
Natasha’s POV.The morning light streamed faintly through the curtains, soft and pale, touching the corners of the room like a promise of calm after a storm. For the first time in days, the house felt quiet. It had been a long stretch of tension—of tears, explanations, and sleepless nights—but I could finally breathe again. Carol was gone. The house was peaceful. Sylvester and I had begun to talk again, not with ease yet, but with a shared understanding that we had both survived something heavy.I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my hair as I prepared to leave for my hospital checkup. My reflection looked tired but steadier. My hand drifted over my stomach, and a strange comfort settled in my chest. I told myself things would get better from here. That was what I wanted to believe.My phone began to ring, breaking the silence. The name that appeared on the screen made me freeze. Carol. For a long second, I couldn’t move. My first instinct was to decline the call, to throw the p
Carol’s POV.The air outside the mansion felt heavy, as if the world itself wanted to remind me that I no longer belonged there. My feet carried me out of the gate before I could think. My chest was burning, my palms trembling, and every breath felt like a curse pressed against my throat. I could still see Natasha’s face in my mind, the way she looked at me as if I was something filthy. The humiliation was so deep that it made my vision blur.I stopped at the side of the road, my heart pounding too loudly in my ears. A taxi pulled over, and I climbed in, slamming the door with a strength that startled the driver. He asked for my destination, but I only gave him the first place that came to my mind because I was not yet prepared to go back home to face my parents. I wanted to scream, but the sound was caught somewhere in my chest. My hands were clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my skin.How could she still have everything? After everything I had done, everything I had risked,
Carol’s POV.The silence in the room pressed against my chest like a weight I couldn’t lift. Natasha stood across from me, her eyes on the floor, her face pale but calm in that unbearable way of hers. Sylvester stood beside her, his arms folded, his expression closed off. I could see it all in his eyes—the disgust, the distance. It was over.All the control I had tried to hold on to slipped through me. I felt it leave, like air rushing out of a room. My voice came out before I even thought.“You think you’ve won, don’t you?” I said, my tone trembling, half anger and half pain. “You think because you have the house, the ring, and the baby that you’ve won something that wasn’t yours to begin with?”Natasha didn’t move. She only looked at me as though she was waiting for me to stop, as though she’d already decided I wasn’t worth arguing with. That look burned through me.“He was promised to me,” I said, my voice rising. “Everyone knows that. It was supposed to be me beside him, not you.







