"It's your stupid pride and stubbornness that's causing us problem again!Why can't you bow down for once and accept it? Why can't you call them and pay your respect to them?What can't you fawn over them and obey them?! Why can't you do their biddings?! They're older than you, you should respect them. Why do you always have to drag us into trouble?!" Mrs. Krust yelled furiously as she kept on hitting and pulling Catarina Krust's hair but all Catarina Krust felt was a dull ache in her heart.
How could she tell her mother that she had never fought back, that she had always been bearing all the bullying for her sake only.
That she had never fought back once or ever spoken up so that they won't criticize her mother for having a vile daughter. She had always put up with their schemes and tortures so that they will not go to disturb her mother?That Korrin Krust had always had vile vulgar intentions towards her, that her would try to touch her inappropriately, that he tried to molest her!
How could she tell her mother that her sisters had always bullied her, shamed her in public, at family gatherings, that they had cut and torn her dresses, burned her uniforms, hid her school bags and books so that she would fall behind in her studies, poke her with needles, pinch her hard with fake smiles even in public, trip her and kick her as a joke and were always scheming to let Korrin Krust have his way with her.
After all these, how could she still call them with a smile, fawn over them and respect them and worship them like older siblings! How could she still feel familial love and bond with those monsters?! Catarina Krust refused to be one of them! She refused to be thier sibling! They had ten of them and all she had was a woeful and frustrated mother who treated her as an outlet for her anger.
Catarina Krust clenched her hands tightly as she suppressed all her emotions. She couldn't be hurt anymore. No, she shouldn't feel pain anymore. She should get used to it by now!
But why does her chest still feel tight and suffocated...?
After what happened that day, Mrs. Krust seemed to have regretted hitting Catarina Krust with the cup seeing the bandage gauze wrapped around her head. It was her friend Brad who wrapped it for her seeing her bleeding.
But Catarina Krust was still cheerful as if the beatings never really happened. It was as if the recurring episode never happened. She kept on smiling and making her mother breakfast, lunch and dinner. She also helped with the gardening daily. As time flew by, she had lost at least seventy pounds from one hundred and seventy after she started exercises, stopped overeating, quit smoking and drinking and most of all, was out of depression.
The heavy shell of her past had shed with the new frame of hers gliding past the small mountains behind the cottage gracefully and skillfully,humming a song and planning for her new future.
As she sat below a blooming tree, she thought back of the ways on how she had earned money to become one of the wealthiest person in Country N. Money was never an issue after she became successful in her previous life. She started as a designer and sold her designs to companies to make money. It all started so that she can earn money to provide help for Nikolai Sardov whenever he needed, not that he needed them.
She laughed helplessly at her past self and her folly. She worked hard and went from a peasant to become a billionaire all for a man who never gave her a second glance.
As Catarina Krust laughed at her past self, tears unknowingly streamed down her fair cheeks. Her beautiful face which was laughing with sorrowful tears pouring out her beautiful eyes were a sharp contrast, yet it tugged at one's heartstrings.
It made one wonder what kind of pain, hurt and sorrow one went through to laugh and weep at the same time.
After some time, Catarina Krust closed her eyes and clenched her fists tightly drawing out blood on her palms.
The moment she opened her eyes, she looked like a completely different person. The girl who was weeping sorrowfully had disappeared. Only an ice cold beauty with cold and unapproachable demeanor appeared. Her eyes were like a whirlpool sucking everything in,and making anyone want to drown in them despite the danger lurking behind them.
She stood up with a straight back and looked into the old mirror on the wall. It reflected the image of a beautiful girl with sculpted features. Dark and narrow eyebrows, large clear eyes that twinkle like as if it contained a whole frozen galaxy in them, long and lush lashes which flutters like a small fan, small button nose and plump coral lips which look so alluring, giving one the urge to bite them hard yet kiss them gently.
Catarina Krust decided that the first thing she had to do was to get a new identity so that she could escape from the trap awaiting her in City A. So Catarina Krust decided to use her alias name Chance and start anew in City A. To stay off the radar and prepare for the future, the most important thing she needed was money. She had to earn money as soon as possible as she did not have enough time.
Oh, how she love money now!
Catarina Krust sighed.
Well, I guess I have to go search for my old contacts.
There was an old phone on the desk. Catarina Krust picked it up and frowned. The phone was too old and the only thing it could do was make a call, take pictures and videos and send mails.
She needed a new phone. But first of all, she needed money to finance the things she required.
Catarina Krust felt a slight headache at the thought of having to resort to time consuming old ways to work.
She sat on the table as she took up a pencil and started drawing skillfully.
Slowly, an outline of a high-tech machinery appeared.
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Shall I still love you?
عاطفيةCatarina Krust was known as the fat and ugly freak. Add to that, her bad temper, and intimidating looks kept people away from her. But she was just as stupid and weak like any naive fifteen year old teenager. Falling in love with the rich and h...
