IMOGEN'S POV While growing up I've heard people talk all sorts of things about mother but I never got used to hearing it. Especially when they say she betrayed her best friend or stole her bestfriend's man, leading her to an untimely death. You see, I don't care about those rumors or how true they might be. Each time I'm forced to think of the possibility of my mom doing that, I reminded myself that she brought me and my brother to this world. She gave us the perfect life anyone could ask for. People could talk about us at our backs for all I care, but I won't tolerate it when I'm a witness to such at the moment. I couldn't stay back and do nothing when I hear such. I smirked as their eyes widened on recognizing me, surely they didn't realize I was here. 'What were you saying about my mother just now?' I stood up and stride towards them, expecting them to be panicky but they were not. They seem rather...amused? Do I look funny to them? 'Awwn,' the tall woman with blue

NARRATIVE Ashton poured yet another content of champagne into his wine glass, ignoring the noise and chitchat going on around inside the bar. It was past noon and he had left the office to come cool his head after the unexpected turn of events at the company during the morning conference. He was reluctant about going home now because of the new family member that would be coming to the house during dinner. His hands caressed the wine glass and his green down-turned shaped eyes bore a distant look in them, as he leaned on the bar chair. His phone which was on silent mode, kept ringing consistently but he wasn't willing to answer the call. Even though it was an unknown number calling, he refused to pick up because he knew it was none other than Cora, his twin sister's best friend. The girl have been obsessed with him ever since they shared a kiss during a truth and dare game they played, when they were teenagers. Ashton was already tired of her, he's blocked her number alrea

NARRATIVE Ashton was just about to step out the Grey's family manor upon receiving an urgent call from his friend, Logan when his sister stopped him. "Ashton, where are you going dressed like that? Did you forget? That woman's death anniversary is today and you know the rules. Especially with that strange girl showing up. Also the press conference is going to hold in few minutes. I hope you're not trying to get off father's good books? Mother would be disappointed." Imogen said with a lazy smile on. She was just coming downstairs from her room when she saw her brother dressed casually, his car key in hand as he walked hurriedly, towards the entrance/ exit door of their home. On a normal day, she wouldn't be concerned over her twin brother's activities but today, for their sake and their mother's, they needed to trade cautiously. Unlike herself, Ashton had always been the obedient one and as such, Imogen was surprised when she saw him in this situation. He wasn't wearing

SCARLETT'S POV We arrived at the company's building and I let out a gasp on beholding the massive, exquisite skyscraper standing firmly amidst several others in the heart of the city. Of course I've seen it being featured in some commercial videos and magazines but I really didn't expect it to be this huge physically. "It's amazing sugar, can't believe I'm here looking at and about to step into the renowned headquarters of JP's Enterprise." Skylar gushed beside me and mother chuckled. Dad smiled at me and I smiled back, turning my gaze to stare out the window of the limo as the driver pulled the car into a halt in the vast parking area of the company. I could see a huge crowd of people outside the building and Mom made me understand that they all consist of several fans of my late mother, some rookie journalists_who wanted to grab a first hand information of the press conference but wouldn't be able to gain entrance in because of their inexperience or low status and several

IMOGEN'S POV"Mum I just can't accept this. Seriously, I don't think I'll ever get used to the strange girl posing as an elder sister and living in our home. Was it so hard for father to have given us a hint all these years? Why let us find out only recently?" I said to mother, not hiding the displeasure in my voice. I mean, we had to sit there and listen to her talk about herself as a 'legitimate' daughter. She had guts really! Even the way she smartly answered the questions thrown at her shows just how well she knows what she's doing. Mother sighed and touched my arm slightly, I was looking out the window as the driver drove us home. "Imogen, don't be too hard on your father. Take it as my fault," I turned to look at her in confusion. "I didn't care enough for him that's why he probably couldn't tell me." She said. "Mother!" I cut in, immediately. "That's not true. Everyone knows how greatly you care about father." I said and she gave me a small smile. "Just leave it all to me,