Estella had learnt life to be unpredictable and cruel at a very young age. But she had never prepared herself to have everything she ever dreamed of after her worst nightmare.
Now she is a at a pedestal whom to believe. Her biological family who see...
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Leonardo's POV :
I've been staring at the spreadsheets for hours in my office but my brain do not pay attention to it.My subconscious mind is stuck somewhere in the past, when our family was COMPLETE and so full of life.
When the walls of our house were holders of our family's beatitude not bitter reminders of what we lost. and what we could've had.
I peel off my eyes off from the computer screen and look at my office, the one I have had since I joined the company at 19. The ashen walls and minimalist furniture that cost exorbitant amount of money look so petite and insignificant in front of the majestic city view in the background.
I walk toward the large window and look at the never ending rush of New York city. Thousands of people who are in rush to reach their destination looks so small and insignificant from the heights of skyscrapers. They must have their gamely and friend for whom they are constantly in rush for. Someone waiting for their return.I don't know how long I keep staring at the bustle of busy streets but the chaos of NYC was my peace.
It reminded me I was not the only one chasing behind a certain dream. Something that looks more and more unachievable as the time passes. I had spent most of my youth chasing behind that dream still I failed. I don't regret chasing it but I do regret not making it a reality. My dream. My Star. My Ella.
The light of our life.
I remember how my Ella used to love watching these. How her little face used to lit up in excitement watching the chaos of the city. I used to be amazed by this habit if hers but I realized maybe it was because she knew how her life would be with five elder brothers so her little brain was preparing her for all the rowdiness. I never knew how truly precious those little moments truly were. Never imagined the giggles and laughter that used to fill our home all the time would become a distant dream for us. The home that held all the precious memories with painted with colors of our laughter would transform into a house of bricks with a bitter reminders of the joy it once held.
It's unacceptable for me that I don't have little sister with me now. It was unfair how cruelly she was snatched away from our lives.
2 months later my Starwould've turned 17.
How all of her family would've showered her with affection and love. We all would've not left any chance to make her birthday unforgettable.
She would've grown into a beautiful and smart girl just like her mother.
But all we are left with now are the what if's .
Because we couldn't protect our princess and let her be taken away by my birth giver. My fists tightened at the thought of that wicked women.
I have never hated anyone as much I hate my birth giver. All my childhood I never resented her or harbored any bad feeling towards her for any of her actions. No matter how ignorant and inconsiderate she was towards me and my brothers or the abuse she inflicted on our father ,I never hated her. Dad always made sure to remind us that no matter how bad she was, she was the one who gave us birth and we should forever we grateful to her.
