Lady Tremaine's heart had grown colder over the years. Her determination to secure her place in the world had become unshakeable. She had successfully distanced herself from her humble origins and married into nobility. The house she lived in was grand, filled with fine possessions and adorned with the trappings of wealth.
Yet, despite all this, her icy demeanor only seemed to intensify. She no longer allowed herself to be swayed by sentiment or compassion. Love was a weakness, and she had learned to see it as such.
One gloomy evening, as the rain poured heavily outside, there was an unexpected knock on the grand door of their mansion. Lady Tremaine was startled; they rarely had visitors, and the weather was dreadful.
She descended the grand staircase, her long, dark gown trailing behind her. The door creaked open, revealing a cloaked figure, drenched from the rain. "May I help you?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of annoyance.
The visitor pushed back the hood of their cloak, revealing a face that sent shivers down Lady Tremaine's spine. It was an old acquaintance, someone she hadn't seen in many years. The woman had aged significantly, her once-lustrous hair now streaked with gray.
"I've traveled a long way to find you," the woman said, her voice trembling.
Lady Tremaine raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by the sentiment. "Well, you've found me. What is it that you want?"
The woman took a step forward, her eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and anger. "I need your help."
Lady Tremaine's heart remained as cold as ever, but a hint of curiosity tugged at her. "What could you possibly need from me after all these years?" she inquired, her voice dripping with disdain.
The mysterious visitor lowered her gaze for a moment before locking eyes with Lady Tremaine. "I need you to find my daughter."
Lady Tremaine's mind raced, and she couldn't help but wonder how this woman knew her daughter. But at that moment, her thoughts were filled with intrigue, and the possibilities of how she could use this situation to her advantage.
"I think we have much to discuss," Lady Tremaine said, her lips curling into a sly smile.
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Lady Tremaine: Bitter Heart
FanfictionA once-warm-hearted woman into a chilling and cold-blooded antagonist. This dark tale takes us from Lady Tremaine's early days as a hopeful and kind young soul to her marriage into a new family. Witness her descent into jealousy, greed, and an unque...
