Novel & Cerita What Once Was Hers

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That I’m hers. And she’s mine. Always.

"You think every woman is as cunning as you? Julia's a sweet and innocent heiress. She's not like you, always struggling to get by." There it was, that comparison again. However, I was done taking it. "A sweet and innocent heiress wouldn't be someone's secret girlfriend. A sweet and innocent boss wouldn't cheat on the day his mother-in-law was buried. That's your sad idea of right and wrong! "You think I want to hang out with society's elite like you? I wish I could divorce you right now."

"She never planted anything halfway." For a heartbeat, the mission disappeared beneath something quieter. This place had once belonged to a girl who believed her family was unbreakable. Now that same girl had returned as a woman searching for the truth hidden beneath its foundation. Kian’s hand lifted slightly. "Footsteps." The warmth vanished instantly. We slipped behind a hedge without discussion.

Her eyes scanned the room like she was taking in every single detail, and when they landed on me, she gave a tight, polite smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. At first, I didn’t recognize her. But then it hit me. She was Lilian Hawthrone, the owner of the Hawthrone Academy the school I attended. Her face was always on the front page of the school’s website, the one people only ever saw from a distance during big events. And she was standing right in front of me.

MATTEO She is so beautiful. When I look at her from close, that’s what I always think. She is beautiful but she is beaten and broken. She is damaged and dangerous. They had taken her innocence and her peace of mind. It hurts me to know that whatever she does now to bring her old self back, it won’t ever be enough. Valentina is gone. It seems the innocent girl, the one who was whole, had died a long time ago and what I see now is the broken shell of a person she once was.

Her dark shoulder length hair was carefully strengthened and brushed away from those eyes that kept staring at me with a certain longing as if I was the love of her life who's shared a hundred lifetimes with her. I tried remembering where I might have known her from, but I came up with nothing no matter how hard I combed through my memory. She definitely didn't look like the type of girl I'd take home for the night after my wild nights out. She was way too remarkable to fit that profile and the only woman who'd ever gotten that much of my attention before was only Kristal. But the problem was that, she definitely knew me from somewhere and my inability to recognize her seemed to hurt her fee

She said. “Why?” I asked. “Because now I get to know who you are.” She said. “I’m no one.” She said. “You’re not no one. And I’m going to prove that.” She said, turning on her heels and leaving the room again quickly. **********

Sentimentality was a luxury for the living, and she had died the moment she secrued that recording. She pulled the black silk over her head. The fabric was cold, sliding over her skin like water. It fit perfectly—a second skin designed by a man who knew her dimensions better than she knew them herself. She fastened the silver serpent brooch at her throat, the emerald eyes of the snake catching the light. She looked at the tablet one last time. The villa was gone, replaced by a dark, swirling eddy of water and debris. "Phase Four," she whispered to herself.

The taxi stopped in front of the gates of the estate. The once beautiful place she had, once upon a time, called home just felt strange to look at now. It was like looking at somewhere not her own, a monument to a life that had vanished. She paid for the taxi with her right hand and took her remaining belongings with her. Balancing the heavy cardboard box carefully with her one good arm, she stepped up and knocked firmly on the iron gate. Standing outside waiting on the pavement felt humiliating, but it also clarified her stance to herself. She was stripped of the Kingston title now; she was still that exact same girl from way back then, before the money.