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They resembled a masterpiece brought to life. Each brushstroke of their personalities unique, yet harmonizing seamlessly in a captivating rhythm. Intrigued beyond restraint, Aurelia's curiosity unfurled like an insatiable muse, compelli...
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Elijah sits in the room where his mother angrily waits for him. Her back is facing him, but he could tell from the mood of the room that she is not happy. He knew when he went to meet with Marcello, it was set up. The location was his mother building, he should've known he had something up his sleeve when he asked him to meet him. As he closes the door behind him, he takes a loud deep breath, causing his mother to turn around slowly.
"Sit." Her voice is clear in her demand.
Elijah stares at the brown leather chair that costs around the same price as a brand new car. He walks forward, tapping the back of the chair before shaking his head at her command. This wasn't the first time he had disobeyed her. He doubts this would be the last time.
"Did you just shake your head, no?" His mother questioned his response, walking around her desk slowly.
He knew what she was going to do, force him to sit with violence. She hadn't been this emotional since he made that painting a long time ago, she declared that it was an embarrassment to the family. That was also around the time she banned him from painting for a month, but that didn't stop him from secretly painting without her knowing. How could she? His mother cared more about power, and Arthur, than she did him.
Him. Her second born. The one who had to grow up with his father's face. As she raises her hand, Elijah grabs her wrist and sadly looks down at her, making her snatch away with disbelief. Rage fills her gaze before she snatches the ipad from her secretary's arms. She throws the device on the floor and frowns deeply.
"You were going behind my back! Making deals with Marcello?!" She shouts angrily, the secretary picks the ipad up, his mother storms up to him. "I knew you were just like him. What? Wanted to make me pay? Make me feel as you do now!"
"I said no." He clarifies, but nothing fazes her. She didn't care what he had to say. She grabs the vase on her desk and throws it at him. The vase misses his head by an inch. He didn't flinch, he barely moved because he knew that was coming, especially when the three empty bottles and shattered wine bottles were beside her hard wooden desk.
"It doesn't matter what you decided! You should've told me he approached you! Instead you considered it!" She screams and slaps him across the face. This time he allowed it, he didn't want to upset her more. His mother seems a lot more upset these days, perhaps the wedding is getting to her. Or maybe there's something else that's bothering her, he would never know. Elijah spent his life thinking it has always been him that bothered her. His mere presence.
"I won't lie to you," Elijah speaks to her calmly, his eyes on the floor before he raises his head and stares into her eyes. "I did consider it, but in the end, I knew it was wrong. I decline. I decided to take over the company when you get married."
