Her body tensed as ivy walked in.
"Damian said you were asleep, but you look awake to me." there was a trace of accusations in her voice. She plopped down on the bed beside her and sighed. "Are you avoiding me, Ellie?" she asked pouting. Eliana got off the covers. "I just woke up. He wasn't lying " she said. She rang the bell in her room and a maid walked in. "Can u get us late night snacks? " she said. The maid left. "What are you doing here ivy? it's late." She said trying to keeping the irritation out of her voice. Ivy gave her a look that said 'really?' Eliana sighed. "Ivy I'm trying to sort a lot of things. The New York conservatory of arts will soon close the window for applications. There's a lot of things I need to do that i haven't" She said. "So you're really going to go ahead with that?" Ivy asked. Eliana nodded. "it's been my dream. I want to open my own studio. My parents can afford it" she said. Ivy's eyes twitched at that. she scoffed. "well, unlike you I don't have rich folks , I can't afford to chase dreams" there was a hint of bitterness as she said that. Eliana said nothing. The maid returned with the snacks . she set it down and ivy jumped on the tray immediately. She stuffed a cupcake into her mouth. "hmmm, Eliana aren't you lucky. I only get to taste delicacies like this when i come here." she said as she took a bit of every thing on the tray. Eliana watched her and grabbed the cookies before she could. "you can have the rest, ivy" she said. "Ethan came over the other day," Eliana began after a bridge silence. Ivy perked. "what did he say? " she asked. "He wants me back, "Eliana said. Ivy chuckled gleefully. "You see, not every man will come back to you after you pulled that stunt on the wedding day. He loves you Ellie, I know that. Why hesitate? " Eliana scoffed on the inside. She knew what ivy was doing. It had worked before, it wouldn't work now. Even though she hadn't fully processed her rebirth. She would not be so blind as to agree with everything she said . She would filter it all. "oh, I don't know ivy, he seems so genuine but... " she trailed off purposely . As expected, Ivy was annoyed. "oh, come one ellie. This is one of the things about you. stop being a child and tell me what it is." She said. Eliana pretended to look hurt. Ivy sighed and patted her back. "it's okay Ellie, you know you can tell me anything. I'm your best friend." she said in a soft tone. "On the day of the wedding, what really made me call it off wasn't because of you or what you had in the past " she paused. Ivy rolled her eyes. "I knew it. I'd always told you that me and Ethan had nothing doing together. You couldn't tell me the real reason right?" she asked smugly. Eliana nodded meekly. "oh, Ellie.. You poor thing. I'm here now. So tell me. why did you call it off? " she asked. "Ethan was wearing a girl's band, I saw it Ivy. It was tucked underneath his shirt. I couldn't say anything. I thought it was yours at first , but then i knew you were my best friend you wouldn't do such a thing to me right? " Eliana made sure her voice broke for extra effects. The look on ivy's face was comical. Eliana would have laughed if she wasn't pretending to be sad. "uh...uh... " Ivy, the eloquent speaker was lost for words. "are you sure? " she asked finally. Eliana nodded meekly. "Oh Ivy, what of if he's seeing another girl? he wouldn't do that would he? He said he loves me" she said sadly. Ivy swallowed. Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead. "I understand you Ellie. It's actually something huge, what of if it was his cousin's have you considered that? " Eliana pretended to ponder on her words. "Ethan is not close to most of his family. I know that" she said. "Have you told Ethan? " Ivy asked. Eliana shook her head. "no one knows but you, I don't want to tell anyone else. Ethan keeps disturbing me. I don't want to marry him again. My brothers doesn't know. I can't tell them. You know what they'll do if they find out. Ethan's whole family will be wiped out. I can't allow that." she said feigning concern. She could see the clocks turning in Ivy's head. She was thinking of how to get Ethan to amend his ways. They couldn't discard her until Ethan's family got the support they needed. And to do so they needed her. Ivy nodded. "This is bad. But you still love him right?" she asked him ears perked up to hear her answer. Eliana played with her hands. "I don't know, I'm confused." She said. Ivy didn't need to hear a Yes. A possibility was okay. It was all the confirmation that she needed. "I'll speak to Ethan and get him to give you an explanation. You deserve it. But trust me Ellie ,Ethan loves you. Deeply" she said smiling. Eliana didn't respond. Her aim had been achieved. "Are you sleeping here tonight? " she asked. Inside of her she was laughing. Ivy wouldn't dare not after what she had heard. The expected reply came. "No," she stood up. "I have to get going now, I only came to see you. Now I know you're fine. I should leave you to rest. " she hurriedly and then packed her stuff. "bye, Ellie." she said waving without looking back. Eliana didn't bother to wave back, Ivy wasn't even looking. She had thrown ivy off balance and set the motions for revenge. She wouldn't let past events repeat itself. This second chance she'd been given would not go to waste. She would take back what she lost and shift her fate to Ivy. "You wanted my husband so badly that you killed me. Now take him he's all yours. Marry my husband, Ivy"When Eliana woke, the world was a blur of white. A dull, steady beeping filled her ears, and the harsh scent of antiseptic clung to the air. She blinked slowly, wincing at the sharp throb in her head. A hospital. Her fingers twitched against stiff sheets. For a moment, panic seized her—her hands. She turned them over frantically, ignoring the IV taped to her skin. She had breaks in some parts of her body,her head was wrapped in bandages . Trembling, she flexed each finger. They moved. They were stiff, but whole. A sob of relief caught in her throat. “Ellie?” The voice came from her side, ragged, desperate. She turned her head slowly to see Loretta, her hair messy, her eyes swollen as if she hadn’t slept all night. “Oh my God,” Loretta breathed, clutching Eliana’s hand. “You’re awake.” Eliana tried to speak, but her throat felt raw. She swallowed. “What… happened?” Loretta’s grip tightened. “The lights… they fell on you. You’ve got a concussion, a few cuts, but you’re g
“I can.” She pressed the phone harder to her ear, trying to steady herself. “I just… I needed to hear your voice. To remind myself I’m not completely alone in this.” “You’re never alone, Ellie,” Loretta said firmly. “Even if I can’t be there in person, you have me. Always. Except of course in a worst case scenario, I die." she could hear the laughter in her voice. A small smile tugged at Eliana’s lips, though her heart still raced. “Thank you.” They spoke for a few more minutes, Loretta doing her best to distract her with talk of classes, mutual friends, and even a ridiculous story about her professor tripping over his own violin case. By the time Eliana hung up, she felt lighter—though the letters still sat like shadows on her desk. --- The day before the Gala, the conservatory pulsed with nervous energy. The halls were filled with snippets of melodies, frantic rehearsals, and students clutching sheet music as if their lives depended on it. Whispers followed Eliana whereve
The following weeks blurred into an intense rhythm of practice, classes, and restless nights. Eliana threw herself into the music, each session building her piece for the competition. But the threat lingered. Sometimes she felt eyes on her as she walked the halls. Sometimes she thought she heard footsteps behind her when she left late at night. And then there was Lucian. He appeared often, sometimes in class, sometimes lingering in the practice wing, always with that unreadable smile. Slowly, their conversations grew longer, slipping from cautious exchanges into something almost resembling friendship. Yet there was always a distance in him, a secrecy that tugged at her curiosity. She didn't know what she was feeling. One one hand was Liam with his ever gentle smile and voice and Lucian with his charming face. "well, Ellie better the devil you know than the friend you don't know." she said to herself after a date with Liam. He had come to pick her up after school one day. H
Eliana’s hand trembled as she held the note. The paper was heavy, almost luxurious, the kind of stationery one wouldn’t expect for something so sinister. The words, however, cut sharper than any blade. Stay out of the Gala. Or you’ll regret it. Her first instinct was disbelief. She stared at the note, reading it over and over, half-hoping the words would change, or dissolve into nothing more than a prank. But they didn’t. They stared back at her, bold and final. She was getting a lot of nasty notes these days. Was this all because of her decisions lately? was cutting off from Ivy and Ethan the right thing to do. She hadn't even been able to talk to Ivy these past few weeks. she didn't know what she was up to or what the both of them were planning. She swallowed hard, shoving the letter back into the envelope before anyone else could see it. Who would even care enough to send her such a threat? She was nobody here—just a scholarship student who happened to step into the comp
Eliana looked up to find a man leaning against the doorframe. He was about her age, tall, with dark hair that curled at the ends and a violin case slung over one shoulder. His hazel eyes were sharp, almost assessing. “You’re the scholarship student,” he said, not bothering to hide the hint of skepticism in his tone. “And you are?” she asked, keeping her voice neutral. “Leonard Cruz. First chair violinist. And the person everyone’s betting will win the Spring Gala competition.” His smile was slow, edged with arrogance. “That is… unless you think you can take the spot.” Eliana raised an eyebrow. “I’m not here for anyone’s spotlight.” She didn't care about any of that. She just wanted to pursue her dream. “Good,” he said lightly. “Because you won’t get it without a fight.” And with that, he left as abruptly as he’d appeared, the sound of his footsteps fading down the hall. Her fingers hovered over the keys, the challenge ringing in her ears. She hadn’t come here intending to compe
The shadow moved first. A tall shape peeled itself from the black between the containers, its steps measured, deliberate. Not the same man from the pier — this one was broader, dressed in a long coat that seemed to drink in the faint light from the dock lamps. Eliana’s grip tightened on the box, the metal edges biting into her palms. She could feel her pulse in her throat. “Hand it over,” the man said. His voice was deep, not masked, but there was an unsettling calm to it — the kind of voice that didn’t need to raise itself to make a threat land. Liam shifted subtly, his body angling between her and the stranger. “You’ve got the wrong people,” he said. The man’s gaze slid over to Eliana, unblinking. “I don’t make mistakes.” Her thoughts skittered back to the photographs — her mother’s face, her grandfather’s impossible presence. The words on the letter that hinted at a death that “never should have happened.” Somehow, this man knew. “Who sent you?” she asked before she c