He owned Me [Completed]

Epilogue: The Funeral

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Clad in black from head to toe with a white ribbon tied to their left arm, the three brothers stood before the framed picture decorated with white roses. Their heads hanging low paying their respect to the deceased one.

Low mummers had filled the enormous hall which was beautifully decorated with white roses, a tribute to the departed soul. The crowd consisting of celebrities to politicians discussed how tragic it was for such a splendid woman to end her own life under mysterious circumstances. Though the reason behind her death was not known to many, people could only guess letting their wildest imaginations run free. However, none of them had assumed her own family to be the real culprit behind the tragedy.

Eyes blood red and puffy, Jimin riled his fist and gritted his teeth for being in the presence of the very people who were the reason behind her death. Yet he could do nothing but bite his bubbling vile down his throat. At least not yet he thought to himself.

The half-siblings kneeled at once and bowed down with their heads touching the floor paying their final respect. When they got back on their feet, their father standing on the side also dressed in black.

Damian led his sons to the side, allowing others to pay their respect and their condolences to supposedly grieving family members. He gave his eldest son a rub on his back which was the most affection he had shown to the young lad. Despite wanting to lament his father, his validation was everything Jimin craved for all his childhood, therefore, Damian's single action had him pouring his tears down in mourning.

Suddenly the room erupted in gasps and whispers and everyone had their eyes stretched as the woman holding a blood-red rose with matching lipstick. Adored in a long black dress with a plunging V-neckline gracefully walked down the aisle. The see-through material with black rose embroidery over her chest gave little to no cover to his exposed cleavage. Even though a part of her flawless face was obscured by the mesh of the Fascinators pinned on her hair, the beauty she possessed was visible to bystanders, stirring a commotion among all of them.

Women scoffed at her choice of clothing to attend such a grievous occasion while men had drool dripping down their mouths dreaming of getting a piece of her.

However, the uproar she caused in the heart of the masses was a trifle in comparison to the tsunami that had crashed into the hearts of the brothers. Their bodies vibrated at her mere presence since none of them was expecting her to attend the funeral given that it hadn't been long since she had recovered from her injuries.

Ignoring everyone's scrutinizing eyes, Diva placed a red tulip under the frame of the dead knowing it was her favorite flower. Diva recalled seeing Park Jiah for the first time after she had entered the mansion and how her beauty and elegance had blown her away. Park Jiah, the unwanted mistress of Damian was a woman of prestige but despite not letting it reflect on her face it was no secret that her life was any less miserable than that of Diva. 

Jiah was the embodiment of what obsessive love could do to one. She pitied the woman for succumbing to the darkness of a one-sided relationship. Despite her own tumorous relationship with the deceased, Diva closed her eyes whispering farewell. She then turned to the Kimerons watching her every move like they were a predator and her their favorite prey.

A simper creeping on her lips, she ambled smoothly towards the brothers as one of them extended his hand and she took it willingly. As his hand wrapped around her curves securely and pulled her closer the other two flinched as the sight was as torturing as the high volt of electricity being jabbed in their heart. Their jaws ticked and both of them didn't even try to mask their true feeling. Their jealousy was so evident that even onlookers couldn't stop gossiping, questioning what the deal was.

His reaction only made the curve in her lips deepen in satisfaction. In fact, she was relishing every bit of the anguish mirroring on his eyes, and to ensure the burn would hurt more, she sprinkled some salt by pressing her body more and burying her face into his neck. She then placed a wet kiss earning a shuddered breath that was loud enough for his half-brother to hear.

The younger from pairs was the first to stomp out of the scene before he would go berserk and turn the funeral into a bloodbath. The older remained stationed tearing his gaze away from the agonizing scene, habituated to swallowing down his pain.

As the priest began his speech about life and death everyone focused averted to the old man, putting up an act of care just because they were in the house of God. For a moment everyone pretended their heart to be unsoiled and free of sins even though just a moment ago it was exploding with immortality eyeing the woman they have deemed to be a vixen.

Diva snaked her arms around and rested her head on his beating chest, while her free hand moved to hold the hands of the man beside her aware that the guy holding her was unsuspecting. Feeling her warm hand against his, tingles exploded all over his body and a ghost of a smile appeared on his lips.

Little that they both know, the Saya they loved had died the day she took the leap and drowned herself in the sea of her own predicament. The woman they hauled back to safety and resuscitated was Diva only a shell of her who desired nothing but the destruction of people who wronged her.

With murk glinting into her orbs, she stared straight at the eyes of God she no longer believed in as she vowed to make her perpetrator cry tears of blood just like how they made her do.

Continuation in BOOK II

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