Forget me not [Yandere Family x Reader]

Chapter 4 - Heritage

The following day unfolded at the usual 7:30 AM, marking the opening of the diner. I had prepared a small bag containing essentials such as a change of clothes and a toothbrush. As we unlocked the diner's door, my eyes were drawn to an immaculate vintage car parked along the side of the street.

A man stepped out of the vehicle and began approaching me, a gradual realization reflecting in his eyes.

"Well, my, my, my," he muttered, a momentary lapse before regaining composure. "You must be Y/N L/N. I'm here to take you to the Windsor Manor."

"Yes, that's me," I acknowledged.

As he guided me into the spacious back seat, I couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected grandeur of the car's interior. "Wow," I whispered. Waving goodbye to Jasmine, she yelled, "Text me!"

"Yeah, it's a pretty old car. You know, I didn't know why they had me bring this old car out until I saw your face," he shared, starting the engine and smoothly navigating down the road.

"It's been a weird week. Do you know much about them?" I inquired, glancing at an assortment of candies in the back.

"I know a lot. I've listened to Warren talk about you all the way home and even conversed with his sons nonstop."

"Really? His first wife must have been amazing. How long have you worked here?"

"Generations. My grandfather worked here, then my father, and now me."

"What are those people like?"

"Those people are the Windsors. Almost everyone knows about them."

"Well, I don't."

"All right then. The elderly gentleman you encountered goes by the name of Warren Windsor. His initial marriage was with Scarlet Pallmer, who tragically passed away due to a seizure. Following her death, Warren experienced several unsuccessful marriages. He wed Yelena Ida as his second wife, then Camilia Muffy as his third, and finally Catrina Luxe as his fourth. Each marriage resulted in one child. His three sons are named Leonard, Stefan, and Julian. Warren struggled to move on from the loss of his first wife, and the series of failed marriages became a source of ongoing emotional pain for him. He continually hoped that each subsequent marriage would fill the void left by Scarlet, but it proved elusive."

"Wow, that's... pretty sad."

"Warren never got a moment's peace, and now you're here." The car glided smoothly through the streets, the hum of the engine blending with the weight of the revelation.

"I have to take a DNA test and maybe that'll help him"

"Is it true? Did your parents really die in car crash"

"Sadly yes, how did you know that?"

"Those boys talked about it all the way home, the oldest thinks your playing the old man like a fool while the others think that she might have had another child before marrying their father"

"What do you think?"

"Same as youngest, maybe Scarlet did have a child before she met Warren"

"Do I really look that much like her?"

"Identical, even if you were playing them for money, it doesn't explain your voice, your walk, even down to way i know your going to shove candy in your pocket"

"Thats... thats pretty creepy"

I looked out of the window and saw how deep in the countryside we were going, "your so trusting, just like her" he mumbled

After thirty minutes, the scenery outside the car transformed into a picturesque expanse of open land, where livestock peacefully grazed. "Wow, this is pretty," I breathed out, captivated by the rural beauty unfolding outside the window.

"Yes, the Windsors own all of this," he mentioned, a note of pride in his voice.

I gently rested my hand on the cold glass, feeling the hum of the car beneath me as we continued through the impressive landscape. Unable to resist the allure, I pulled out my phone and began capturing the scenic journey in a video.

"Jasmine is gonna be so jealous," I couldn't help but declare, the excitement evident in my voice.

Finally, after an hour of traversing the picturesque countryside, we arrived at the entrance. A colossal old black gate, adorned with the distinct letter 'M', marked the beginning of the estate. He gracefully stepped out, manually opening the gate before returning to the driver's seat.

"Always hated that part," he mumbled, his voice carrying a mix of nostalgia and mild annoyance, as we continued our approach to the grand mansion.

I spotted the old man waiting, flanked by a few maids, as the car gracefully slowed to a stop. Stepping out, the immediate hush and gasps indicated the impact of my arrival.

"Oh my god."

"That's not possible."

"Holy."

Approaching, the old man acknowledged me, "These maids will take your things."

Handing over my small bag, the maids efficiently and silently whisked it away, their eyes betraying a mix of curiosity and surprise.

"Is that all?" he asked, his demeanor reflecting a subtle shock.

"Uh, yeah, pretty much."

"Come in, come in. There is much to discuss."

Taking my hand, he guided me into the mansion. I couldn't help but be awestruck by its sheer size, adorned with elaborate paintings and a grand staircase that seemed to ascend into another world.

"First, we must do the test," he announced, leading me into a lavishly appointed bedroom where a doctor and the three sons awaited.

"Hello, Y/N L/N?" the doctor greeted, his handshake firm and reassuring as he guided me to a seat. "We're going to be doing three tests: a hair test, a blood test, and a mouth swab."

"Okay," I replied, trying to mask the unease in the room.

The atmosphere felt incredibly awkward as all three sons fixed their gaze on me, each expression a blend of curiosity and scrutiny. The doctor conducted the tests meticulously, and then the questioning began.

"Now, you must answer these few questions as best you can."

"Oh, okay."

"First, how old are you?"

"I'm Y/A."

"Alright. You mentioned living with your grandparents?"

"Used to. They went to a retirement home, and I got a job and an apartment."

"Do you remember much about your parents?"

"Not much. I knew they were good people and had decent jobs."

He handed me a piece of paper. "Sign here. I just need it to get your previous medical records."

I signed, the weight of the situation settling in.

"I'll provide you with the results in just three days," the doctor assured,