로그인It has been only five weeks since the dinner. And I can’t catch a break from constantly seeing Brandon coming over. Sheila insists that the wedding planning starts now despite the fact that the wedding is two years away. But she believes that if they do it now then they will not be stressing when the day gets closer. Maybe she has a point. But I do not care. I do not want to hear about their sham of a wedding. Nor do I want to see Brandon. In these past weeks I have seen him, he has only glanced at me with contempt. And then there is the matter of Martha and Cassandra. They have been at war since their spat, and it has been a bloody one.Since Martha is still the head of staff she has been giving Cassandra the undesirable jobs. But Cassandra has been getting her back in the most shameless way possible. Showing off hickeys and new jewelry from her “lover”. Each time she does that Martha’s face looks like she sucked a lemon.It is entertaining. But horrifically pathetic. The one good t
Out of all the staff in this house. Cassandra is the biggest nuisance. There is nowhere I can go to escape her. She is so nosy. Most of the staff pity me. But Cassandra is one out of two who can’t resist. The other thorn in my side is Martha. A woman in her forties and the head of staff. A glorified assistant of the mansion. However, one plus is that the other staff hates them too. But no one hates them more than they hate each other. Martha is a bossy, stubborn woman who is insecure about aging. Cassandra is a beautiful twenty - three year old with a vindictive streak when she does not get her way. When not bossing other staff around they are tormenting me. And when they are not doing that they are at war with each other. It would be entertaining if they did not take it out on me after. Unfortunately, with both of them around it is impossible to sneak into Roland’s study upstairsHis study is the one place I am not permitted to enter. Not even to clean. That job is solely Martha’s.
I can’t scream.I want to. But I can’t So, I will scream on the inside. I will dig my fingernails into my arm to prevent me from screaming or worse hitting her or him. The audacity. I expect it from her. I guess I should start expecting it from him. I mean … the Brandon I thought I knew is gone.But still, you would think he would have the decency to wait a bit to show his face in front of me. Not a hint of guilt. What an asshole. I hate that my heart still aches for him. But I can let go. But damn was I an idiot. At least I am not the only one who fell for his lies. Miracle has no clue she is marrying a fraud. I almost feel bad for her. Almost. The boy before me is different from the one I knew. In fact the boy I knew never existed. I wonder … What kind of psychopath pretends to love a girl for five years just for money. The one that would jump ship when he realized she is unwanted by her rich adoptive family and has no claim to that money. Isn’t he clever?Once he realized this
Walking into a lion's den is a daunting task.A task I have done since I was young. You never turn your back on a lion, not when you are their prey. That is how they ambush you. That is how they managed to ambush me at the dinner. Never turn your back. Never let your guard down. I broke those rules. The rules that allow sheep to survive.I trusted a snake. I bit into its beautiful apple and tasted its sweetness, not realizing that rot is also sweet. Beautiful lies are tempting, sweet like poison hidden in wine. But knowledge. Truth. That's power. That can ruin people, destroy legacies that took decades to build. One truth can triumph over even one million lies. The bigger the lie the harder the fall is when the truth comes out. The house is quiet. Dark. I am surprised no one was waiting for me. They usually can’t wait to find an excuse to punish me. Perhaps, they were too excited about Miracle’s engagement to even care that I was gone. Then I see him. But I can’t stop him. So, I l
Inside the mansion, I sat across from my grandfather on a cushioned armchair. I told him what happened at the restaurant. He sat still for a moment, a moment that felt like it would stretch on forever. Finally, he said “I’m so sorry my dear, that boy does not deserve you, none of them deserve you. Words can’t express the anger I feel on your behalf”.I felt tears starting to pool in my eyes again. But I managed to hold them back. “Grandfather, I do not know what to do. I can’t go back to that house. It is all too much for me to handle” I hate the way my voice trembles when I say it. He looks at me with pity in his eyes. I hate that even more.He sighs. “I wish I could let you stay, but you know I can’t”. I knew that would be the case, but I hoped with all my being that it would not be. Unfortunately, there is not much he can do. The Rowans are legally my family, despite lacking the true qualities a real family should have. “There has to be something I can do about this. They can’t ke
The drive to my grandfather's house is shorter than I expected. As the car pulls up the long gravel drive way. I stare at the huge mansion. A gorgeous house that looks like it belongs to a forgotten time period. The first time I saw it I was blown away. I was used to new money houses and McMansions. But this was a house that had stood for decades after the ones that built it were decomposing skeletons in their graves.I can’t believe this was what I was missing. When my grandfather first reached out I thought it was a scam email. A rich grandfather that wanted to meet me? Yeah, right. But then he sent documents showing proof that we were biologically related. Along with pictures of a woman that looked like me. My birth mother. I could not believe it. She looked so similar to me. I had to meet him. We met at a local coffee shop near my high school. He told me how his daughter got into a bad crowd during her college years, and ended up getting into drugs. Then they ended up getting int







