Victoria rang the bell and summoned the janitor. In a cold, detached voice, she instructed, "Clean up the blood. My employees are getting scared. First, clean the entire floor, then come to my cabin."
The janitor, sensing the urgency, hurried to follow the command. She meticulously scrubbed until every trace of blood was gone, ensuring the floor sparkled. Once done, she nervously approached Victoria's cabin. As she opened the door, her eyes widened in shock. Blood splatters and shattered glass covered the room.
Her hands trembled as she began to clean up the mess. Victoria, watching her intently, remarked, "You know, we both bleed the same color."
The janitor, unnerved by Victoria's words and demeanor, quickened her pace, her heart pounding in her chest. She finished her task as swiftly as possible and exited the office in a hurry, her mind racing with questions she dared not ask.
Victoria closed her eyes, seeking a moment of peace, but instead, she was assaulted by flashbacks. She remembered the day three years ago when she said goodbye to her family for the last time.
"Sweetheart, why don't you come with us? You need a break, it's just dinner," her father had said.
"Yes, sister, how long will you work? You always think about the company," her little brother added.
Victoria smiled and replied, "I will join you guys, but not today."
That day, her mother, father, and only brother died in a tragic accident, and her entire family was lost. A solitary tear rolled down her cheek as the painful memory resurfaced. After some investigation, Victoria discovered the horrifying truth: it was a planned murder. Someone had been trying to erase her existence, believing she would be with her family that night. Victoria had changed her plans at the last moment, choosing to stay behind for work. Because of this decision, she lost her entire family, and the guilt had haunted her ever since. She blamed herself for their deaths, the weight of that fateful choice bearing down on her soul, a constant reminder of the life she could never reclaim.
This revelation was the catalyst that transformed a beautiful soul into a walking disaster. The burden of guilt and the relentless pain of loss consumed her, reshaping her into someone hardened and unrecognizable. Her once vibrant spirit was now cloaked in an icy demeanor, each step she took echoing with the torment of what could have been. The warmth and compassion she once exuded were buried beneath layers of sorrow and rage, leaving behind the formidable and unyielding presence known as Victoria.
That day, after returning home, Victoria took a warm shower, hoping to calm herself, but the water did little to wash away her turmoil. Desperate for some semblance of relief, she turned to her usual solace: reading. Immersed in the pages of her books, she lost track of time, only realizing it was already 2:30 AM when she finally glanced at the clock.
Restless and unable to sleep, she decided to drive, an activity that usually helped her clear her mind. The sensation of speed always seemed to strip away the layers of negativity, if only temporarily. But tonight, as she gripped the steering wheel and sped through the empty streets, she had no idea what was about to unfold.
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The Ice Queen's Redemption
FantasyThis story is about a female successful CEO. Who was very cold hearted strict and disciplined. Who almost killed a man in a rush to her office,but he survived and she decided to take care of him without knowing who he was . Who lost all his memory a...
