•HELOIX ARZHEL'S POV•
The private jet’s interior was a cocoon of luxury, but the atmosphere felt heavy with unspoken thoughts. I leaned back in my seat, my fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, my gaze shifting between my father, Damien, and my little sister, Estelle. She sat across from us, curled into herself, her blonde hair falling over her eyes like a curtain. Beside her, Jayce peacefully slept in his carrier, his tiny features relaxed and serene.
“How are you feeling, Dad?” I asked, breaking the silence that had settled like a weight around us.
“It’s just overwhelming, Loix,” Dad responded, his voice conveying a mix of emotions as he cast a worried glance at Estelle. “I can't express how relieved I am to have finally found her. From the moment she was born, I made a solemn vow to shield her from every conceivable threat. It's clear that I've failed in that regard.
Those eyes... When I first beheld them, they were brimming with life and innocence, a captivating shade of vibrant violet. I was filled with joy that she had inherited my eyes. However, now... those eyes seem burdened with the weight of countless years. They appear dull and devoid of vitality, resembling those of a living corpse. She seems lost and almost... lifeless. I feel like such a failure, unable to safeguard my own flesh and blood. Not just once, but twice. I wish she would open up to us soon”
I watched her as she fidgeted with the hem of her t-shirt -which looked extremely huge on her, might I add-, her fingers trembling slightly. “She looks like she’s been through a lot, Dad. It’s going to take time.”
“Yeah, but it breaks my heart to see her like this,” he said, his brow furrowing.
Estelle glanced up briefly, her expression guarded. I could see the shadows lingering in her gaze, the way her lips pressed into a thin line whenever she caught us watching her. It made my chest tighten with a mix of anger and sadness. She can’t even seem to take a nap peacefully.
“Do you remember how we found her?” I prompted, “At the hospital? How scared she was?”
Dad nodded, his expression softening. “I’ll never forget the way she flinched when I reached out to her. It was like she expected to be hurt”
“Yeah,” I said, feeling the weight of the moment. “She stutters and whispers like she doesn’t want anyone to hear her. It’s heartbreaking.”
“Jayce seems to be adapting well,” I said, trying to keep the conversation light. “He’s so calm; it’s almost eerie.”
Dad chuckled softly. “He’s a good baby. I can’t believe how much he looks like you. Are you sure he’s not yours, Loix?”
“Yeah, the resemblance is uncanny,” I agreed, grinning at the thought. “But I am pretty sure he’s not my son, Dad”
“Not even a drunken one, son?” he asked raising his eyebrow.
I rolled my eyes at his accusation. It is true. He does look a lot like me. But so does Estelle…… but she’s not my daughter is she?
But I do get what Dad’s implying. Only he, me, and Estelle have violet eyes. But….. I’m not that irresponsible to act like a horny teenager and forget protection. I’m in no hurry to become a father just yet. A DNA test will solve this mystery anyway.
“I hope he doesn’t inherit any of you guys’ traits. That would be a living nightmare,” Dad said, his voice low.
“We need to inform the rest of the family soon. I’m sure one of your sons might have already informed someone” I say.
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Castling Deceit
Teen Fiction"The art of manipulation. My dear pawns, so oblivious to the game being played around them. I am the grandmaster, always thinking several moves ahead. My opponents, mere pieces to be used and discarded at my whim" "I'll start by making a subtle ope...
