How incredibly naive of me to think that everything is exactly the same. Nothing else has been changed over here, except for this interior. The love that we once shared as a family has long since faded, replaced by the coldness this mansion contains within it. This woman in front of me was cursing my mother, which indicated that no one had ever stopped her. This explains why she was so confident in spreading rumors about the person who is actually the Madam of this house. There is no one to blame because it was expected. Why should anyone else care about her cursing my mom if my father and her husband doesn't seem to mind that she does it? Even after she had passed away, my mother was not given the respect that she deserved as the first woman to marry this man even though she was no longer alive. It infuriated me that this woman persisted in defaming my mother despite the fact that no one dared to stop her, but when someone finally worked up the nerve to do something about it, he d

Once I was ready to go down I left my room and went straight to where dad was waiting for me but thanks to my bad luck for ended up meeting with Jain.She was standing outside my room making it clear she was waiting for me all this time. I found it quite funny for someone as egoistic like her yo wait for someone like me.I crossed my arms over the chest and cleared my throat, "What are you doing here?"It was clear she was fighting so hard to endure me. Taking a long breath she asked, "When are you going back?"A smiled formed on my lips, 'So this is why she's here.'I was amused by the looks on her face. My presence sure was no less than burden to her and by the looks of her relationship with my dad, it was clear something was off between them.My dad's behavior towards her was so dry like it was never before, "Looks like he's over you?"She was burning with rage and I smiled more. I liked seeing her struggling with the same fate as my mother. She should know how does it feel to lose

Mom is the only person I was close to even after her death. I never hide anything from her, I wished she was with me to tell me what to do.In the presence of her, I couldn't control my tears and sobbed to my heart content. I was telling her about what was going on in my life when I unconsciously mentioned about my marriage with Damon.I forgot I came here with my dad and that he was still standing behind me. That moment all I cared about was my dead mom.I felt like she was still with me and was hearing to every word of mine."Mom, your child has finally grown up fir a marriage but you wouldn't be happy to know who the man is," I sobbed.I didn't realize my dad's all attention was on me and if I hadn't heard a loud growl, I would have said things which I shouldn't.That growl was familiar. I have heard it somewhere before but where. I looked around and saw a beautiful wolf standing on one of the peek of a mountain and looking down at me.I squeezed my eyes and concentrate. Soon I rea

Elevena told this wolf everything that has happened to her until now, whom she referred to as Blacky, but she was unaware of the true identity of him as Damon. And when she was done, she felt relieved as a heavy burden was lifted out of her chest. She enjoyed expressing her feelings to him, even though she wasn't entirely certain that he understood what she was saying, but she did enjoy talking to him.Blacky flinched when she mentioned how her normal life had been destroyed yet again after meeting with Damon, but she kept going on about how she had met with him. He was sorry that she had been through so much by herself when she was a child, and that now, just as her life was getting back to normal, he had ruined the peace that she had finally started to find.He couldn't shake the feeling that he had to get out of there without saying or doing anything. He got to his feet in complete silence and walked away. Elevena was frustrated and did not want him to leave, but she didn’t stop hi

I have no idea what was going through my father's head, but whatever it was, it made me despise him even more. He was the only person who didn't care about me when I needed him the most, but now that I'm doing well and am happy to be able to rely on myself, he has all of a sudden remembered that he is my father and that he needs to look out for me. For him, it was not a big deal, but it meant a lot to me. How could he possibly believe that I will forgive him and start living my life in accordance with what he recommends? As I walked past him, I said, "Dad, if we're done here, I'd like to go back to my room and rest because I have a flight in the morning." However, he grabbed my arm and said, "Can you not listen to me just this once?" I jerked my arm out of his grasp while laughing and said, "I believe that I have already made myself clear enough for you to understand." It hurt him all over. I told myself to keep my composure and not care about him, just as he didn't care when my mo