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Ember's POV Rebecca did not stay in the quiet for long. I had known she would not. Rebecca processed things fast and once something was processed she moved to the next question, and the next question was already visible in her face before she had finished absorbing the one before it. "Tell me more," she said. "I cannot." "Just the outline—"

Betrayal twisted inside me as I waited, frozen, Rebecca’s picture still clutched in my hand. "Rebecca…" His voice was rough, heavy with memory. "Rebecca was a woman I met by accident. I was alone, without guards, wandering the kind of shops my family despised. That’s when I saw her. A white dress stained at the hem, braids hanging down her back. She looked unkempt, scared, but… she was beautiful." His eyes went distant, as if the memory itself was more real than the present.

All this time Elias had defended that girl, had risked his standing with the Carters, had fought his grandmother and mother alike—over a woman who carried so much baggage, so much scandal, so much shame. Rebecca shoved the file aside and paced the room, her heels clicking against the marble floor. “Perfect,” she muttered bitterly. “Absolutely perfect. He’ll think she’s some innocent little designer with a clean past, but she’s nothing more than damaged goods. And a maid—” she snatched another sheet, reading out loud—“working in the Denovan household now? Of course she is. She’s leeching off another family’s wealth, pretending she belongs.” Her blood boiled. “She doesn’t belong anywhere. Not

Now, that's a question that did not answer up until now. (Adapted from The Niapachad Island; in the perspective of The Origins, first edition) *~*~*~*~* Lady Rebecca Davis, or also known as Becca by her friends and families, closed the book that she was currently reading about the history of her home country, The Niapachad Island; in the perspective of The Origins. The author was anonymous but the book was published for public usage as she did remember reading it when she was being tutored by one of the greatest minds on the island.

The housekeeper greeted me with a smile. "Natalie! Mrs. Martinez didn't know you were coming. She will be so glad," said the housekeeper. "Thanks, I thought I'd surprise her," I said while stepping inside. It was a house of breathtaking proportions, much the same as when fixed in memory. Volume spoke in understated elegance. I always admired the manner with which Rebecca carried herself, commanding just as much as her surroundings were. I went downstairs, turned onto my familiar hall, and found Rebecca reading in the drawing room. She lifted her head, finding me standing there, and widened her eyes with surprise.

Anna came into the room and stopped behind me in the mirror, she hugged me tight like she did a million times and said "This will pass Beck!" - Do you think so, Anna? Do you think this will ever go away? Will I stop thinking of him as a good person? - When it comes to the end we start to romanticize the beginning Rebecca, but that doesn't mean it was good. Victor has always been the most idiotic man in the world with you. - Yes, everyone noticed Anna, except me! - I felt a tear run down my eye. - No problem, let's eat a hamburger like we did when we were teenagers and talk about what's hurting you for hours!

Rebecca had already gone inside when Edwin's eyes were on the library door. He watched the library in daylight and it looked older than the night view last night. The library got nothing to attract any customers. The paints almost feel like they were done a decade while everything there is old wooden style. There is nothing attractive. As he felt that, he doesn't understand why Rebecca was so fond of this library. There is nothing at all. When he was strolling over the library store from outside, his eyes went to the small glass window from where Rebecca's figure sitting on the chair showed up. It's a hazy glass but still, he could guess she was working.

MAX Rebecca's new place was nothing like what she'd described. When she told me she’d moved, I expected another low-key downtown apartment. Something like the shabby home her boyfriend had nearly pummeled me to death in. Well, ex-boyfriend now. But this… …This was a little over the top. The engine of my bike purred to a halt in front of her gates, and the automatic bars slid open before I'd even done a thing. A sprawling mansion came into focus a couple meters away, lit up by a small garden in front and a clear pool a breath away.

As she scrolled down, she saw a comment. [There are only two people who fit the criteria of the president according to the description. One is Abigail Grace and Rebecca Tylor.] the comment said. And this comment gave and idea to all their problems. Rebecca… Yes! Rebecca is the answer for everything. —--------- Author’s notes: Why do you think Rebecca is the answer for their problems? If she is why? Let me know your thoughts in comments!

Ella said with a confident smile. Rebecca's shoulders relaxed a bit, and she took a long breath, saying, "Thank you for not judging me. I am so tired of this?" “Is he still with you?” Ella asked, admiring Rebecca's gentle face. She always admired Rebecca’s looks and her style. Her mother used to say Rebecca was a rich girl, and that was why she looked so good and well-mannered. Now she had money to buy clothes, jewellery, and fancy perfumes, but she understood that she could never be able to get the same beauty and serenity Rebecca possessed.