Mary Viola の小説・ストーリー

She just let the feeling of lust envelope her in its cage and torture her. Suddenly, two feet appeared in front of her face. The woman was wearing golden sandals and a short skirt. As Violet looked up, she caught a whiff of rosemary perfume. It was Anya. Anya simply stared down at her, eyes filled with pity. “I'm sorry, Violet. I thought you'd be free today but the new queen said..” Violet exhaled, “The new queen?” Her voice was raspy. “You know her. She's Thea original offspring, Dinah.”

Whatever happens, I’d always respect Livie for who she was: the strong, honest, and admirable woman she had become after what happened at such a young age. At the unfortunate age of nine, Livie had had the misfortune to lose her mother in a very traumatizing way. Ella, that was her name, had not been feeling well that day because of a migraine, she had told her husband she’d lie down for a while to get some rest, and Livie's father never imagined that those would be the last words he would hear from the mouth of his beloved.

MARIA'S POV. The next morning came quickly. And for the first time in years, I slept like a child who had no reason to worry. I.was finally going to get my revenge on Allen. I walked down the marble stairs with my hand on the railing. The house was quiet. For a moment I felt like I was the only person alive. Adam was a busy woman. Unlike me who stayed in the shadows, Adam liked the spotlight— everything was to help me anyway.

Viola's snort of laughter caught me off guard and when I turned to her in irritation, I noticed that her eyes were fixated on my neck. "Oh my god…has Ryan not even marked you yet?!" She cackled wildly as my hand flew up to cover my neck and I flushed in embarrassment. Her face seemed to light up with malicious glee as she clapped her hands excitedly. "Oh. My. God! He hasn't has he!!? Wow Amber…what's the matter with you? Are you perhaps too ugly for him and he has no interest in you?" "Shut up Viola, you don't know what you're talking about."

But I failed at that, and I don't think I cared about getting her to like me anymore. “Finally,” Rhea chimed in excitedly, “The Chihuahua princess can go to hell for all we care.” she added. “There’ll be no deal, Viola.” I said. Viola pulled back and I caught the shocked look on her face for only a minute before it shifted into a menacing smirk. “Fine, I guess I'll just go tell my mother what I heard.” she said, already walking away. She probably thought I'd stop her and beg.

She grabbed a plain black umbrella from her closet, slipped out the servant’s exit at the back of the estate, and started walking. The sky was a bruised, menacing gray, choked with heavy black clouds that promised a violent storm. The air was thick, completely suffocating and still. Viola ignored the biting chill in the wind, clutching a small bouquet of white flowers she had bought from the town market a few days ago. She walked for miles, entirely numb to the dropping temperature. When she finally pushed through the rusted iron gates of the town cemetery, the wind was howling through the trees. She navigated the rows of old stone graves perfectly from memory, stopping in front of a simple,

She sighed and sipped at her drink. "It was bad. I don't think I've ever seen someone so furious in my life. Viola shed that perfect little polished exterior she maintains. She was raging around the facility, screaming at me, her staff, and herself. It was honestly a little frightening. She was yelling that she hoped Edemas was burning in hell where he belonged.

“He doesn’t love you, Heather. He’s only going to dump you once he’s done sucking the life out of you.” Viola stepped in again, responding on my behalf. “Yet, he’s getting married to her and not you. Scurry along now, and get something better to do with your life.” Leah’s jaw grew tight, and I could see her face twitching in anger. “Careful not to break your jaw, sweetie,” Viola said with sarcasm and a sinister smile. “We all know it’s your best asset. Breaking your jaw would just prevent you from getting on your knees and performing your best skill.”

“I’m actually here to offer some advice.” “I don’t want your advice.” “You should. Because I know Silver better than you think.” Viola stopped in front of me. “She’s a martyr. Always has been. She’ll refuse and refuse and refuse until someone reminds her that real people are suffering. That children are going hungry. Then her guilt will eat her alive and she’ll cave.” I stared at her. “You want us to manipulate her?” “I want you to save the kingdom.” Viola’s smile was cold. “Use her compassion against her. Make her see the consequences of her refusal. Then she’ll have no choice but to agree.”

Author's POV Viola Blake had never believed in karma, until it came dressed in silk and shame, live on national television. From the quiet of the Blake mansion, she watched the gala broadcast on the living room screen. The chandeliers glittered across the feed, the laughter of the elite echoing through the speakers, and in the middle of it all stood Isla Hart, graceful, commanding, radiant. Then came the confrontation.