Third person's pov.
"The CEO of the Everett corporations, Mr. Everett, has finally found his one true love, who now goes by the name of Eleanor Everett."
A news reporter announced this to everyone inside the small diner, which was located in an alley in the middle of New York City.
The people inside the diner were intriguingly watching the TV hanging in the corner of the small restaurant.
"These two tied the knot two years ago, but only recently has the news of their marriage gotten out, and everyone already loves this couple, don't you agree?"
The news reporter turned their attention to the colleagues next to them.
"Definitely. Eleanor Vance used to be an ordinary person until she met a wealthy man like Mr. Everett, and they fell in love."
Another reporter said, almost awed at the fantasy of the rich man and the ordinary woman falling in love.
The name Eleanor Vance peeked one girl's interest as she had been sitting in the diner, eating a burger.
She had been blasting music from her earphones. Almost singing along to the music because she was seated in the corner, where she was invisible to others.
The name (Eleanor Vance, now Eleanor Everett) appeared on the TV screen in the diner, along with the pictures of the woman who was married to Mr. Everett.
This made the girl take her earphones off because her whole world came to a halt at the person on the screen.
On the screen, the woman looked young, just the way the girl remembered.
Her curly blonde hair reached her stomach, while her pale skin showed no wrinkles on her face except for slight wrinkles at the corner of the woman's mouth as she wore red lipstick.
If one didn't have a keen eye, they would have missed it because of Eleanor's makeup, and the girl who was silently observing had an extremely keen eye.
The woman wore a white blouse along with a black faux fur coat, while a long, tight black skirt showed off Eleanor's feminine figure. Dark sunglasses on top of her head—that would cost a person's entire year's salary.
There was no denying that the woman lived in wealth every day.
Her whole outfit could pay a ransom, the girl thought, leaning onto the table and taking a sip from the straw of her soda.
Is this what you have been doing all these years, dear mother? She slowly started to grit her teeth against the straw, as all she saw was red.
The girl was angry, bitter, and hurt because her mother, who was shown on the TV screen living happily with her husband.
The mother had made a good life for herself, while her daughter was always abandoned, tossed to the side like she did not matter.
It didn't help the girl calm down as they showed more pictures of her mother and her wealthy husband.
There was a picture of the married couple where they were walking down a sidewalk during the winter with locked elbows and smiling carelessly like they were made for each other.
Another picture was taken when the two people were lying on the beach, affectionately hugging each other.
But the last picture was taken in a restaurant where the married couple was wearing matching outfits of red, toasting happily to something.
As more pictures of them flooded the TV screen, the girl had blocked out all the background noise and only focused on the reporter's voice, telling everyone about Eleanor Everett, the girl's mother.
The reporter told things about Eleanor that were lies, for the girl knew her mother's darkest secrets as she had witnessed them.
"This is her first marriage, and she doesn't have any children, even if everyone wishes for the married couple to be expecting sooner or later," the reporter explained.
The diner, which had almost half of people inside it, were all intrigued by the lies her mother spat out, but only because everyone was aware of her mother's husband's extreme wealth and fame.
Who didn't want to get an insight on a wealthy man's marriage?
"A few are surprised that Eleanor has never married before." The reporter chuckled while continuing to tell further about the woman's private life.
No, it wasn't her mother's first marriage. Eleanor was married to the girl's father, and they had one child.
The mother had one child, and it was her, Olivia Vance.
"Here's a fun fact about Mrs. Everett, or Eleanor, she dislikes water, but she enjoys sunbathing at the beach."
This made a few of the people in the diner laugh.
How could that be classified as funny? The girl mumbled as she had already destroyed the top of the straw with her teeth.
The girl's mother doesn't hate water, in fact, she loves it. She loves it so much that she drowned one of the neighborhood children in a pool in the town they used to live in.
The girl could still remember that day when her mother got livid at a child for wasting expensive paint, and the next second the child was lifelessly floating in the pool.
Her mother made sure the girl stayed silent.
She couldn't listen anymore as the girl stood up from her seat. She gave a few tips to the waitress since she had already paid for the food and stormed off from the diner.
It felt like her ears were starting to bleed as well as her eyes. Everything around her turned red as wrath lurked within her, wanting to inflict the rage onto someone.
Someone who was her mother.
Her mother abused her and made sure that the girl could get nowhere in life. Except for living from a small paycheck to paycheck each month, barely surviving as she needed to stay hidden away from her mother's eyes.
Eating at the diner was a celebration for surviving for so long. She was living on almost expired sandwiches that she took from the convenience store she worked at.
Most of the time, the food had been stolen from different stores because there was nothing to eat for the girl, so she needed to steal.
She couldn't even cook properly, for she lived in her run-down car as winter had already approached, making it cold during the nights.
The rundown car had been stolen from a warehouse, where people left their old cars, but she used them as a sleeping place at night, while in the days she haunted for something to eat.
She didn't feel like a human anymore, but instead like a boundless animal who was barely surviving through the winter.
The girl even stole the earphones she had put in her pocket and the phone she was using.
Now, for the first time in her twenty-three years of surviving, she had something else to steal.
Her mother's husband, whom the mother adored.
Or rather, his fame and wealth.
A mother who no longer recognized her daughter and a daughter who would always remember her cruel mother will be meeting each other after ten years of no contact.
"She better sleep with one eye open," the girl mumbled as light fog made its way out of her lips.
She walked away from the diner with her hands in her pockets. But the wrath always lurked within her until the girl could finally take her revenge.
And she would.
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Mystery / Thriller𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝. When Olivia Vance discovers that her mother has re-married to a wea...
