ReignaThe world outside the hospital had been a maelstrom of flashing lights and shouts, but stepping into our home felt like entering a different dimension entirely.The cool, quiet air of the house, the familiar scent of wood polish and faint lingering vanilla from Lucy's baking, wrapped around me like a warm embrace.Erwin’s joyful screams and the feeling of his little arms tight around my neck were the only sounds that truly mattered. He was a warm, vibrant weight in my lap as Carlisle carefully wheeled me into the living room."Mommy, look!" Erwin immediately began pulling toys from a overflowing basket, presenting them like precious offerings. "My new car! And my superhero!""Easy there, buddy," he murmured to Erwin, gently taking the basket from his hand. "Mommy needs to rest that leg. And don’t crowd her space too much, she might get overwhelmed."He adjusted the pillows behind me on the sofa, his movements precise, almost like a strict caretaker who wouldn’t even allow me to
Emma“This is absolute hell!”The news alert flashed across my phone screen, mocking me.Amoroso & Amethyst Charges DROPPED! New Evidence Emerges. Harrington Narrative Challenged?!My breath hitched, a gasp of pure, unadulterated disbelief. Dropped? How? It was impossible! “Just yesterday, the headlines were all about Violet’s praises, condemning her!” I pace around the living room, anxiety crippling inside like unsettling nausea.“It is always HER!” Reigna this, Reigna that! Always Reigna, somehow pulling herself out of every mess, always landing on her feet!It wasn't fair. It was never fair. All my life, I'd been the one everyone looked at first."Emma, you're so beautiful!" "Emma, you're so confident!" Mama’s favorite and Papa’s pride, always showered with compliments, always the center of attention. But somehow, Reigna always got the real prizes. The deep admiration. The unwavering loyalty. The kind of love that wasn't just about appearances.She has people who will always reme
VioletThe champagne had barely lost its fizz. The headlines, just yesterday, screamed my vindication: Violet Harrington: Heroic Escapee, Survivor of Kidnap Attempt. My social media was awash with sympathy and praise.“I think any day next week will be our fateful day for you to meet your grandson, mother, father.” I sat at my opulent dining table, picking at a perfectly seared scallop, the delicate flavor turning to ash in my mouth. Across from me, my father, Robert Harrington, read through a legal brief, his expression as unreadable as ever.My mother, Vivienne Harrington, sipped her wine, her manicured hand gesturing vaguely towards the news channel playing silently on the massive flat-screen across the room. My triumphant image flashed across the screen for the dozenth time."Good job, dear. See, Robert?" Mother purred, her voice a low, satisfied hum."I told you Violet knows how to handle things. This is exactly what we needed for the custody case. Public opinion, firmly on our s
ErwinThe sun was still sleepy outside, just starting to peek over the big buildings when I heard the familiar rumble of Dada’s car pulling up the long driveway. “Wow! They’re home!” I pressed my face against the cool glass of the living room window, my breath fogging the pane.“Nanny Lucy! Nanny Lucy! Look!”I hurriedly ran to where my nanny is. Nanny Lucy was humming softly in the kitchen, making my special smiley-face pancakes. She always hums when she’s happy, a little tune that bounces off the shiny tiles.But today, her hum felt extra-happy.Giggling because she seemed as happy as I am, I ran back to the living room where all my toys are still messily scattered—this is because dada said no phones or tablets or TV! So, I am building my own army and be the best sautergist (strategist, really) there is!I am now on the plush rug, surrounded by my favorite colorful blocks, diligently building the tallest tower ever. I am building everything for Mommy so she could praise me when they
ReignaIt has only been a few hours since Anya's last visit, but those were more than enough to give me both the pain of waiting and gratitude that I can finally raise my head held high after God knows how many hours or days left.The whispers outside my door still flickered, but they held less power now; my focus was fixed on the promise of vindication.“I hope I can hear from them again soon.”“I know you will, dear.” Nurse Elana spoke, just finishing up with replacing my bandages with new ones.Then, like she possessed the voice of an angel, Anya Sharma had walked back into my room, not with the grim professionalism of a lawyer delivering bad news, but with a wide, triumphant smile."Ms. Amethyst," she'd announced, her voice brimming with barely contained excitement, "We did it. Carlisle and his team found irrefutable evidence at the mill.” She spoke, then raised her fingers, starting to enumerate their findings one by one.“We have footage, timestamps, a list of names from identif
AxleThe hum of the fluorescent lights in the university library usually offered a comforting backdrop to my late-night study sessions, a silent companion to the stacks of dense law books. Tonight, however, it felt like a buzzing menace, amplifying the frantic rhythm of my own heart.Pages of Contract Law blurred before my eyes, the complex clauses and precedents meaningless against the chaotic backdrop of my life.Reigna. Her name was a raw wound, perpetually open. “I wonder how she’s been doing now.” I mumbled, unable to concentrate on anything but her.The last few days had been a descent into a personal hell. Ever since the news broke, a relentless barrage of headlines and vicious social media comments had painted Reigna as a villain. My phone, usually reserved for Emma’s incessant calls or academic research, was now buzzing from all sorts of notifications from apps I logged into just to keep track of the progress of the media flames. And amidst it all, Emma.My jaw tightened, re