Lahat ng Kabanata ng fated love : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Years laterAs the foundation for her dream art gallery began to take form, Marvis poured her heart and soul into curating a space that would enrapture all who entered. With meticulous attention to detail, she sculpted an ambiance that would serve as a poignant backdrop for her resplendent works of art, inviting visitors into a realm where emotions flowed freely and stories unfurled with each brushstroke.Marvis stood before her easel, the subdued glow of the evening sun casting elongated shadows across her studio. The cascade of colors on her palette beckoned, each hue pregnant with unspoken emotion. She dipped her brush into the sienna, the burnt orange, the deepest cobalt blue, breathing life into the turmoil that lay heavy on her heart.Years had elapsed since the harrowing tragedy that had left her world in disarray. The loss of her mother had fractured her spirit, her father getting married again, her stepmother not loving her at all, the birth of her sister, being treated like

Tracey POV As I sit in my opulent city apartment, gazing out at the twinkling lights of the skyline, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction that comes from living life on my terms. I flip through the latest fashion magazine, my eyes skimming over the pages filled with couture gowns and exquisite jewelry. The world of glamour is my kingdom, and I reign as its queen.Marvis, my older sister, has always been the one to chase after me, trying to match my pace in every aspect of life. She may have an endearing bond between my parents and her, but I've always preferred to live by my own rules. Nothing comes between me and my desires.My parents adore me, and it's no surprise. I'm the paragon of elegance and sophistication, and I've never hesitated to flaunt what life has bestowed upon me. I revel in the envious glances that follow my every move, as I effortlessly navigate the world of luxury and refinement.Her parents' affection and adulation seemed like the natural prelude to her

Weeks earlierIn the grand halls of the Sullivan mansion, Marvis moved cautiously, navigating through the silent hostility that seemed to hang in the air. The mansion, adorned with opulence, was a facade hiding the tumultuous undercurrents of a family torn by secrets and ambitions. Her steps echoed, reverberating through the expansive corridors as she made her way to Jace's room.Jace, the blind heir to the Sullivan group of companies, sat by the window, unseeing eyes gazing into the distance. The room, despite its grandeur, held an undeniable tension. Marvis took a deep breath, preparing herself for another day of navigating the storm brewing within the Sullivan household."Good morning, Jace," Marvis greeted softly, trying to break the palpable silence.Jace acknowledged her presence with a curt nod, his jaw clenched. The scars of his accident were not only physical but etched in the strained atmosphere of the mansion."Why do you persist in this, Marvis?" Jace's voice, though low,

As Marvis delved deeper into her discreet investigation, she uncovered the extent of Anderson's manipulation and his ruthless tactics to frame her. One evening, while Jace was away on business, she overheard a hushed conversation between Anderson and Charlotte in the dimly lit study of the Sullivan mansion.Anderson, with a sly grin, spoke to Charlotte, "Marvis is becoming a problem. Jace is softening towards her, and we can't let that happen. We need to get rid of her once and for all."Charlotte, playing her part in this sinister plot, nodded eagerly. "I've already planted seeds of doubt in Jace's mind. He's starting to question her loyalty. What's our next move?"Anderson leaned in, whispering, "I've arranged for an accident that will not only get rid of Marvis but also make it look like she's responsible for harming Jace's sister. Once she's blamed for that, Jace will throw her out, and we'll be rid of her interference."As Marvis listened in horror, she realized the gravity of th

Marvis POV The moon hung low in the inky sky, casting a pale glow over the narrow alleyways as I navigated them, my every step echoing the weight of the hidden documents pressed against my chest. The secrets I bore felt palpable, their weight driving me forward into the silent night. Shadows danced around me, mirroring the conflict within."Are you sure about this, Marvis?" Chris's voice cut through the quiet, his concern etched on his face. His presence offered both solace and a reminder of the gravity of my decision.I hesitated, my eyes meeting his in a silent exchange that transcended words. "I have to, Chris.You know, you can stay with me and my family, I will protect you from everything and everyone.No Chris. I have to do this. If you insist, please call me if you ever need anything or someone to talk to. Am always here for you. Chris It's the only way to break free." His nod and supportive smile spoke volumes, and he squeezed my shoulder before fading back into the shadows