The wrong Soulmate

Rosemary Hydra Dire

This chapter is told in Rose's POV. I am sorry for those who do not like that the main antagonist has a chapter but everyone deserves a chance to explain their side of the story. Rose was a decent human being at one point in life and deserves a chance. For the Rose haters though, good news, she doesn't get a happy ending or even a conclusion.

A Dire heir is fierce. A Dire heir is strong. A Dire heir gets what she wants. A Dire heir does anything to get what is hers. Could you really blame me for doing exactly that? These are the words that have been engraved in my mind my entire life. It was like a spell. It was like a promise. I had to be a strong heir. I had to be the best heir. I had no choice but to be fierce, I had no choice but to get what I wanted. I did what I needed to do to surpass all the expectations. I was the first female heir in a very long time and would not mess it up. There was no room for mistakes, there was no room for emotions. I had to calculate, I had to be six steps ahead of everyone else. I had to fight to survive. A Dire heir is not a pushover. A Dire heir does not lose... How did it all go so wrong? When did it all take a turn? How had I kept going on like this for this long? I was sure the truth would come out eventually. I was convinced that I would be found out. I was sure I would lose everything... I had now lost everything. A Dire heir never loses, I had lost. I had lost my husband. I had lost the respect of my peers, I had lost the love of my children. Where did it all go wrong? Was it that day at the mall? Was it the day that started it all? Was it the day I lied? Was it when I had started wearing those green contacts, goodness I was glad I no longer needed to wear those green contacts. I hated them. I hated looking in the mirror and seeing the monster that I had become. I looked like my mother. My mother was not a nice person. She did everything to keep her title as a Dire's wife. Was I like my mother? I had grown into the one person I feared the most. I had told myself that I would never be like my mother. I had told myself that I would never be like either of my parents. I did not wish to be soft and submissive like my father but I had not wished to be cold and despicable like my mother. Perhaps it was the fear of being weak that possessed me to be like this? I had gone too far, I knew that now. When did everything take a turn? I guess going back to the beginning is the only way to truly understand what I had done.

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"You requested my presence father?" I asked while bowing my head and entering the small office that my father resided in. My father basically lived in this office. I wondered if I would have an office of my own when I take over as the heir. Did I even want an office? Perhaps one with more flair. This room was positively horrendous but I would never tell my father that. I looked at my father before making my way into the room. I had been requested to his office and I knew the reason. This was most definitely because of that old fool. I swear he was out to get me. He was incredibly jealous of my father, of course, and took it out on me. He must have called my father to explain what happened at school this week. I swear I did nothing wrong. I quickly made my way over to the chair in front of my father's desk.

"Ah, my darling flower. Could you please explain why I had just received a call from your principal explaining that you had been causing trouble this week?" The gruff but sweet voice of my father asked while looking up from his stack of papers. I smiled kindly in reply. I had my answer all ready. I knew this was coming when those stupid boys ratted me out to the teacher. Stupid idiots. I watched as my father shifted in his chair, waiting for my answer. My father was soft. He was a strong businessman but he was soft. It was something I hated. The company simply fell into his lap because he was the only legitimate child my grandfather had ever had. He did not deserve to be a Dire heir. Dire heirs are not soft. I did not fear my father, he was a soft parent, unlike my mother. Mother was someone to fear. She was the scariest person I had ever known. I was thankful the old fool had only called father. I did not wish to deal with Mother today.