Masuk~Arya~“Everyone, I know how this may seem to you all right now, but I really ask that you are not hasty in making a judgement. Arya Manchester is not a horrible person. She’s someone I have known since I was a child. I have good reason to believe that there’s a reason she’s acting this way.” she paused again, looking into the camera with shocking conviction. Her actions were not supposed to surprise me as much, but they did. Who could have thought that Cassandra letcher had grown up into this type of woman. Heartless, bent on destroying whatever stood in her way just because she had the influence to.“I think she must be going through something. Maybe she’s just venting her anger out on me. She has her way with words, so she knows how to convince people to do exactly what she wants them to. Arya Manchester is a dangerous woman, one who should be feared by all.”“She’s having a blast,” I scoffed. Lucien relaxed in his seat, his brows knit together.“We should do something soon. If we
~Arya~The hospital lot was parked minutes later. Cars rolled in, queuing up after each other. Media personalities scurried into the building with their cameras in hand, racing to get a perfect spot for Cassie’’s emergency conference.“She released a video,” Lucien's urgent voice alerted me. He clasped his fingers around my arm and dragged me to his car. Once we were settled, he showed me a video playing on his phone.“It’s likely deepfake, but people won’t believe that.”“What’s in the video?” I questioned, but the scene on the screen was already etching itself into my brain. It was a video of Cassie and I on that rooftop, arguing. And of course, it was deepfake. Heavily edited to suit the agenda she was trying to push about me. “I never said all these things,” I muttered to myself, staring at the screen blankly as the video played. Cassie had completely changed our conversation, making me seem like the reason she fell off that building.“I think you should go to hell,” the fake in
~Arya~“Clara,” I spoke into the phone as we trudged through the lobby of the hospital. “Call for a press conference. I want to address the public.”Clara let out a dramatic exhale. “Mrs Sinclair, are you okay? I didn’t know if you’d like me to call you. I’ve seen everything in the news. Are you fine? I’m so sorry that you’re going through so much, Mrs Sinclair.”I smiled. Clara was way too kind. A pretty woman who was good at her job and had a good heart. She never made me regret making her my personal assistant.”“I’m great, Clara. It’s nothing I can't handle. Send an invitation to all the media companies you can think of. I want a lot of cameras at my press conference.”“As you wish, Miss Sinclair. I’ll do as you instruct.”I ended the call and slid the phone into my bag, trailing behind Lucien as he led me to his car. I was fuming. My blood boiled. Cassie had no intention to tell people the truth. It left me with no choice but to stand up for myself.I thought I could get through
~Cassie~I hated her with every cell in my body. Ever since we were kids, it has always been one sentence wherever Arya and I went. “How is she so perfect?”My mother compared me to her. Every single time there was an estate gathering or event that the Manchesters had to attend, I was constantly compared to her. Everyone couldn't wrap their head around the fact that the golden princess of the Manchesters carried herself with so much grace and her best friend couldn't catch up.Yes, best friend. That was exactly what I saw myself as. Arya never felt the need to socialise or have friends, but I did. So I stuck with her, hoping that some of her gracefulness would rub off of me. It never did.Then Lucien came along. I saw him first. I was ten, and he was the first boy that ever made my heart skip a bit. But he was blind to me. He only had his sights on Arya. Their parents were college friends, which made them automatically close. Just like that, she took him from me. She was the only p
~Arya~They had been putting on an act in front of Lucien and I. I hesitated in front of the door, pressing my ears against it. For a full minute, no one said anything, until Pamela spoke up.“Why are you two so quiet.”“Sssh,” Lina hushed her. “We’re trying to be sure that Arya is gone?”Lucien watched me without a word. When they were certain that I was out of earshot, they started conversing.“Lina, what on earth did you do?”Lina sniffled. “Don’t try to attack me now. I did what I thought was right.”“You tried to kill her.”“So? Was I supposed to sit back and let her take my baby from me?”“Where’s the baby now? Haven’t you lost it? What the hell were you thinking, Lina?”Silence followed. My brows pulled together. Lucien and I exchanged glances, and I could tell what he was thinking perfectly. “They are talking about this with Pamela in their midst,” he mouthed. “Is she in on it?”My heart raced. I told myself that she wasn’t. That there was a good explanation for this. There w
~Arya~Her eyes trailed to mine, blank and unfocused. She looked like she had aged a few years in just one night. The result of being a poisoning victim, probably. Her skin was pale, devoid of colour. Her lips were dry and cakey. When she saw me, there was no change in her expression. No reaction.“What are you doing here?”I took brisk strides to the bed and lowered myself just beside her feet. “Lina, I came to see you. You have no family members and I thought you’d be lonely. You don’t mind, do you?”“Get out!”“No. you can’t tell me that. You’re broke, remember? If I'm handling the hospital bill, I have every right to be here as long as I want.”Her fingers gripped the bed sheet. She groaned, glaring at me as her face constricted in pain. I blew out a dramatic breath, reaching over to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”“You killed my baby.”My eyes widened. “How, Lina? I did nothing wrong? How can you think I'm responsible for this when I spen







