Chapitre 3: As a twin sister
"Verena Laurel"
A murmur escapes between my lips over the sight of the document. My new identity has been made up by Zander Gavril already. Quite a pretty name he got for me though. My eyes scan the paper under a complete dead silence. The timeline is two years after my death.
Damian and Nesta have a child named Leo, a four years old little boy. It turns out Damian lied to my clan about my death. He stated I passed away in fire accidentally. What an asshole. "He is so fucking pathetic" I furrow my brows. In fact, he is. Look at how he has done.
Controlling the clan when I died, then he gave up as soon as Nesta's clan took over. He did not hand out the clan right away to gain the trust from the others. He at least made it seem Nesta's clan was powerful and he was heartbroken enough to raise a white flag at last.
"Jewels..."
Verena Laurel, the identity I am obtaining is the CEO of jewelry company. Widely known for my sharp statements and rare appearance at the parties, it claims. I am impressed by the fact that the devil set up these things in a quick amount of time like he owned the world.
"I have to draw the perfect scheme" A mutter comes up from me. I instantly stand up and grab a pen along with paper that have been laid on the table across me. It seems Zander left them near me, knowing I would require them. With Damian's daily plans Zander gave, I plot.
Here I come, jerk. "Good morning, my gorgeous" The next morning, I wake up to the scene of Zander making some food alone in the kitchen. "I don't remember calling you" I frown. Why is this man in my apartment, doing whatever he wants without my permit?
"Yes, I am aware. But the sudden craving to observe your plans on your first day pushes me to appear here. Hope you don't mind my presence as you carry out the schemes" As if he is not interfering my plots, Zander flashes his usual dimple smile. "Get out right now"
Without hesitating, I order.
Only to make the man let out a sigh in exhaustion. "There are several women out there who would enjoy to be assisted by me, miss gorgeous" He claims. Is he being dead ass serious? He really is saying I should be proud to have him in my apartment without allowance.
"Don't you have works to do?" I ask out loud. Doubting a man whether he has a job or not is a huge attack. I have to irritate him and kick him out before he gets in my way. "Works?" Zander's eyes lift as he places the dishes upon the table. "This is my work, darling"
Rather than an exasperated expression, this goddamn devil responds with a wide grin. "Drop that darling out of your mouth before I show you what a punch tastes like" I feel like it is me who is getting upset here. "I would be honored to get punched by you to be honest" He adds.
Causing me to furrow my brows through gritted teeth. "Fucking annoying. Get out of my house. I don't want to see you" Restraining the urge to throw fists, I step inside my room to take a quick shower. Gosh, I hate flirty men with my whole life. All of them are disloyal ones.
Zander chuckles over my statement.
I can't even bring myself to turn around. Otherwise, I would be brawling with him. Minutes pass by. In new clothes, I reach out of my room. And the silence falls. He is gone. That devil is finally not in my apartment anymore. A relieved sigh somehow escapes between my lips.
He left me a note though. "Good luck..." A frown displays across my face over the view of the paper. "I don't need to be wished" Settling down at the chair, I throw the note away in the bin under the table. "Well, thanks for the breakfast I guess" Whatever. I finish the meal.
Heading out to the car and commence my journey. My outfit is specifically chosen for today. All black outfit to attend the funeral. It turns out today is my death anniversary after two years. Of course, I have to show up. This is my first step of the scheme. "I can't wait no more"
A murmur fills with hope. Soon, I arrive to the entrance of the mansion that I used to live. I can't believe that asshole still dares to live in my house with his family shamelessly. The fact that my clan forgave Damian for marrying Nesta is frustrating. Do they care about me even?
I have to lecture them once I get chance.
"May I know who you are? Can you please step out of your car? I need to check your identity first" From the outside of the car, a guard comes up. And I roll the car window down, only to leave the guard in pure shock. His face is hilarious somehow, as if the lightning struck him.
"M... Ma'am? H… How... are you still... alive?" The pale lips of the guard begin to quiver in disbelief. "Open the gate. I have to attend my sister's funeral anniversary" I state beneath a calm stare. My statement brings the guard back to reality in the end. He scowls.
"I... I fear our Ma'am had no siblings..." He stutters. Gulping to kick the fright away. "Open The Gate when I am telling you nicely" I press the words. At last, the guard rushes away helplessly. Letting me step inside. Took him awhile to realize. But I get to arrive at the destination.
"Our Ma'am's funeral anniversary is nearly ending! Who dares to appear at this time?!" Ken, the right-hand man I used to own, yells as soon as I park right in front of the entrance of my mansion. Oh, he changed. His red hair is frizzy without any care. His aura remains still though.
A petrifying guy to scare people away.
I step out of the car with the black rose bouquet in my grasp. And the moment I stand in front of him, Ken's eyes widen in shock. "M... Ma'am?" He slowly falls over his knees. A pure joy sparkles in his blue eyes. "Ma'am! I thought I had lost you forever!" Ken yells in bliss.
He bites his lower lip. Oh, he is preventing the tears. My my. He truly deserves to be called my right-hand man. Without any words, I peer down at the man. His shout attracts all attention so that some clan members dash out in concern. And they all stop in disbelief after. "Ma'am?!"
They scream. Pfft. My dear clan members seem to be in ecstasy. "What the fuck is going on here?!" As I attempt to voice, a yell echoes from inside. How can I forget that tone? I can recognize that voice everywhere I go. "Master Damian! Ma'am Violet is finally back!"
The fucking asshole who poisoned me, walks out towards the entrance. "What?" Beneath a frown, Damian's eyes shift. Meeting my serene gaze. And his whole body freezes in surprise. He straight up falls into dead silence. "This... This is unfeasible! Why are you here?!"
Oops.
Sounds like someone got out of the desperate character. "She is our Ma'am! There is no way this is a dream we all are having together!" One of the men yells. "Why didn't you contact me before, Ma'am? You are so cruel" Ken clenches his jaw as he lowers his head to hide tears.
I guess Ken has this side where he can cry out loud. Maybe I misjudged him. He is not that cold hearted probably. "I am not your Ma'am" Now, I feel a little bad to state such a lie while witnessing a breakdown of my clan members. Now everyone falls into silence. Especially Ken.
"As a twin sister of Violet, I have to at least show up at her funeral anniversary although it is quite late to" Holding the bouquet, I tilt my head. It is the moment all the men gasp in disbelief. Damian does not even move an inch. He stands at the spot with agape mouth.
"Ma'am has no siblings!" One of the men shouts. Well, it is true. But you have to believe in me no matter what because the devil is on my side with made up proofs. "She hid the truth from you since it was my request. I remained at somewhere else to avoid fighting over head place"
I shrug.
They say no more words. Just observing me with scowl. "Will you let me pass through? I need to show my sympathy over Violet's pathetic death" I furrow my brows. Stepping forward as the men move to the side in hurry. Have they accepted my lie? "Wait" Damian mutters.
He stands across me. His eyes gaze into mine deeply. Of course, he would never trust me. "I am not believing your bullshit. You better have birth certificate to divulge" He hisses. "Go take it yourself if you are eager to know. I left it on the passenger's seat in my car. Now, get out of my way"
I calmly command. And he gulps. "Ken, go take the file in her car!" Damian raises his voice. Oh. So, Ken has become this asshole's right-hand man? "Understood..." Beneath a mumble, Ken heads to the car as I press the car key to unlock it for him. Then I walk past Damian.
Heading inside.
No one follows me to cease.
They allow me to pass through.
What a great start I am having.
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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