"Everyone has secrets, and everyone has something to hide, but the real question is what are you willing to do to keep yours hidden inside."
When Juliet, Violet, and Scarlet's abusive mother and stepfather were mysteriously murdered. Their lives to...
"Sometimes, we ignore what is right in front of our eyes."
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V I O L E T V A L E N T I N E
I stared at my body, overwhelmed by a mix of disgust and despair as the scars and burns served as haunting reminders of my past. Even though the wounds had healed, the blemishes remained, forming a tapestry of colors that etched stories of pain and suffering onto my skin.
Over time, I had grown accustomed to their presence and mastered the art of concealing them from prying eyes. Yet, a fiery hatred burned within me, fueled by the memories these marks represented, crashing back into my consciousness.
Gazing into the mirror, I saw emptiness reflected in my eyes, with the flames of anger as the sole remnants of my broken mind. Determined to escape this self-inflicted torment, I forcefully tore my gaze away from my reflection.
Since our arrival, I had meticulously observed and analyzed the house. Through my observations, I discovered that the staff was absent on weekends, as Rafael prioritized family time and chose to be with his children. I intended to exploit this advantage, leveraging the absence of staff for my purposes.
Stealthily, I made my way to the kitchen, carefully selecting the necessary ingredients to prepare the tea. I acquired a peculiar vial and skillfully applied a single enigmatic droplet to the tea, casting an unknown and captivating aura over the concoction.
Despite not personally enjoying tea, I had been making it diligently for Juliet, recognizing its ability to alleviate her anxiety. I couldn't help but notice Juliet's deteriorating health-each day, she grew weaker, sicker, and her memory declined. These changes were subtle and required close attention to notice. As I stirred the tea, a lively tune hummed from my lips, a smile playing on my face.
"What are you doing?" Sebastian's voice startled me, causing me to momentarily release the spoon. It spun around the teacup for a few seconds before I regained composure, placing my hand on my chest to calm my racing heart.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Sebastian said, raising his hands in a surrendering manner.
"No need to apologize, I was just lost in my thoughts," I replied sheepishly.
"I don't think I introduced myself yesterday. I'm Sebastian, one of your brothers," he said, introducing himself.
I smiled . "Nice to meet you, Sebastian."
"What are you doing?" he inquired, moving closer to inspect the tea.
"Just preparing some tea for Juliet. I make it for her every morning to help establish a routine. It helps clear her mind when she's feeling scattered," I explained.
