A hot widower's wife || FreenBecky (G!p)

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 2

As Rebecca arrived at the Palette Gallery, owned by the Armstrong, a sense of excitement and anticipation bubbled within her. With each step she took, her heart danced with joy, her footsteps echoing against the polished floors of the gallery. The air was alive with the hum of creativity, swirling around her like a gentle breeze, infusing her with a renewed sense of purpose and passion.

As she made her way through the gallery's expansive halls, Rebecca couldn't help but marvel at the breathtaking artwork that adorned the walls. Each piece was a masterpiece in its own right, a testament to the boundless talent and creativity of the artists whose work graced the space. Colors exploded before her eyes, inviting her to immerse herself in a world of beauty and imagination.

With a smile gracing her lips, Rebecca greeted familiar faces and exchanged pleasantries with fellow art enthusiasts, her enthusiasm infectious as she shared her admiration for the stunning creations on display. As she moved through the gallery, she felt a sense of belonging wash over her, as if she had found her place amidst the vibrant tapestry of the art world.

With every painting, sculpture, and photograph she encountered, Rebecca felt her own creative spirit soar, inspired by the sheer diversity and ingenuity of the works surrounding her. And as she took in the breathtaking sights before her, she knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be – a passionate soul in a world of endless possibilities.

As Rebecca approached the corner of the gallery where her artwork was to be displayed, her heart swelled with anticipation, eager to share her creations with the world. However, as she neared her designated spot, she was met with a heartwarming sight that took her by surprise. A crowd of people had already gathered around her artwork, their faces alive with excitement and animated conversation.

Peering through the throng of admirers, Rebecca caught glimpses of her paintings hanging proudly on the walls, each one a testament to her passion and dedication. The sight filled her with a sense of pride and gratitude, as she listened to the murmurs of admiration and praise that filled the air.

Drawing closer to the gathering, Rebecca found herself swept up in the lively discussions that surrounded her artwork. Strangers and friends alike marveled at the intricate details, the vibrant colors, and the emotive brushstrokes that brought her creations to life. Some offered interpretations and insights, while others simply stood in awe, captivated by the beauty before them.

However, a wave of confusion washed over her as she overheard whispers among the crowd mentioning another name combo with another conversation topics that caught her attention.

"Its Orn Armstrong's arts. Ouh, The first daughter of Armstrong was the one that paint this! Its so gorgeous!"

"Right! I would change my kidney to buy this art! How much do you think it is?"

"Its the same method as Leonardo da Vinci did in most of his arts. Of course this will be extremely expensive. This orn Armstrong might be the next famous artist!"

More and more listening to the conversations, Her heart sank as she reached the display, only to find her name completely replaced by the name of 'Orn Armstrong'. Which is, her one and only older sister.

Stunned and bewildered, Rebecca struggled to comprehend what was happening. How could her artwork, meticulously crafted with her own hands and heart, suddenly be attributed to someone else? Doubt crept into her mind, questioning her own perception and reality.

Feeling a mix of frustration and disbelief, Rebecca took a closer look at the paintings on display, searching for any sign of her identity amidst the confusion. Yet, to her dismay, there was no trace of her name or signature anywhere to be found. Its all gone. Where is her little signature and name? Why its replaced with orn's? Why? Just why?

As she stood there, grappling with the unsettling turn of events, a whirlwind of emotions swirled within her – disappointment, betrayal, and a gnawing sense of injustice. But amidst the chaos, a flicker of determination ignited within her. Rebecca walk away and there she is, she found her mom, Mrs Luny Armstrong was there smiling and greeting the visitors or VIPs that coming to look and bought the arts from their gallery.

Gathering her courage and bravery, she step towards her makes Mrs Luny Armstrong's face immediately switches.

"Mother..."

"Oh, im sorry Mrs betty,Mr perth, i have something to discuss with my daughter. Thankyou, and please have a look onto other arts first." Mrs Luny smiles and give a way to the VIPs as the two VIPs quickly smiling and nodding.

"Of course!" They walking away and leaving the daughter and mom together, with rebecca seem so confused over what happened.

"Yes, what do you want Rebecca? Didn't i told you to not coming to the gallery? We're having——"

"Mother. Wah, i didn't believe this." Rebecca scoffed,her eyes glaring to her mom's eyes, showing how she was disbelief, hurted and betrayed. Somehow, in those deep and angry eyes, the tears was building up.

"What?" Mrs Luny smirking, she staring sarcastically to her adopted daughter.

"You change my art to Orn's name! Its my art! Im doing that with my blood and sweats! How can you to change the owner just like that? Mom?" Rebecca ask, her hands curling to a fist as she grasp for the hem of her dress, holding her anger.

Mrs Luny scoffed.

"Your arts? I never telling you that i will present the art for the sake on your name."

"BUT YOU PROMISE ME THAT YOU WILL PRESENT AND TELL EVERYONE THAT ITS MINE!!" Rebecca shouted and this time, its shocking Mrs luny of how loud and brave rebecca is. Gosh, she never like that. Glancing around, Mrs Luny awkwardly smile when seeing some people and visitors at the gallery already staring to them in curious of what happened.

And that's when she softly smile and slowly grabbing rebecca's hand, making rebecca who terribly angry just now change to a confuse one. Rebecca stares to her blankly, eyes already glassy and cheeks a little wet with those precious tears.

"Rebecca, its just your sister want that art to be her's. Only that art, rebecca. Please. You have many other arts in the store room. Right? And this time i promise, i will present and sell the art to the VIPs with your name just like how you wish." Mrs Luny fakely said and smile as when hearing that, her heart thumping out loud and getting soft. She's genuinely a soft person, and she knows, at the exact moment, she fall and lose again against her own mom's please.

She getting weak. Again.

"You promise?" Rebecca's voices cracked, Her eyes teary and slowly rolled down against her cheeks as with that, Mrs Luny smiling and nodding before she pull rebecca and hug her tightly. There, rebecca hug her tightly, and sniffing on her shoulder. Yes, she believe and trust her mom, again. She's her mom afterall. A woman that adopted and taking care of her from her child until now.

Without knowing, Mrs Luny smirking behind her.

"Rebecca, Rebecca. How can you being so innocents and timid like a little kitten? Oh god, you're still new and innocents to be involved in the business industries rebecca. You're pathetic."