Tangled Shadows [COMPLETE]

chapter 6.

Eliana's pov-

I couldn't understand why I felt this way, this gnawing sense of disappointment when Magnus lost. It wasn't even my race. So why did it twist something inside me, make me feel so... empty i guess? I tried to reason with myself, telling myself it shouldn't matter so much, but the feeling lingered.

It made no sense. My mind kept circling back to Kian. Every time his name surfaced in my thoughts, my chest tightened with this inexplicable frustration. But why did I hate him? I barely knew him. All I knew came from Magnus, stories of his arrogance, his ruthlessness, his belief that he could never lose. Yet, those were just words, impressions handed to me through someone else's eyes.

I never met Kian, never exchanged more than a glance, but somehow, he had taken up space in my mind. It was as if I was holding on to this hatred out of loyalty to Magnus, yet questioning myself with every thought. Why did it matter if Magnus lost? And why did I keep thinking of Kian when I didn't even know what he was really like?

It was all so confusing, so tangled. I didn't understand why my heart felt heavy, or why my mind kept drifting to the shadow of a man I only knew through hearsay.

I went to check on my mother, but she wasn't in her room. I heard the sound of the shower. Maybe she's inside. I started to walk around her room, i barely come here, i don't even remember when was the last time I came here.

And that's when my eyes landed on a diary on the side table, it was vintage black, I've never thought my mother was into writing diaries. I open it and started to read few of the entries. The diary only contains a few events which happened last few months. All those things my mother cannot share to anyone, she had wrote in this. I want more of her diaries, i started to search for more into her closet that's when Jonathan come out of the shower.

"What do you think you're doing in here, Eliana?" He said coldly.

"Just looking for something. It's none of your business" i replied without looking at him, rifling through the drawers.

"It's my room, so it is my business.. What exactly are you trying to find?" His voice turns sharps as he says.

"Her diaries. I know there are more. You hid them, didn't you?" I turned to face him.

"Why would I hide something, which I don't even know exists?" He snap.

"Are you acting? Or you actually don't know they exists? Where is mom??" I asked.

"She went to Sissy's school, I guess" he replied.

I ignore him and started to search again, and i found them, in a box, full of diaries. I took the box and went to my room.

I open the box and there were diaries according to the years. From the day she fell for Jonathan till today. I take out the oldest one, it was dusty, it has yellow pages. I open the first page and started to read.

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Dear diary,

May 14th,003

Jonathan proposed to me today. He didn't have a fancy ring, just that sincere look in his eyes, saying he'd love me forever. My heart leapt-until I told my parents. They refused, said he wasn't good enough for me, that he was too poor. I couldn't believe their words, how they couldn't see what I saw in him. I argued, pleaded, told them that love mattered more than money. They wouldn't listen, but I've made up my mind. I won't let them decide my heart for me.

Augusta♡

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That's actually cringe, I never thought, a business minded woman like my mother would fell for someone, TRAP......
There were so many pages where she kept talking about how good Jonathan is... Or was... It was kinda boring reading stuff like this. So i hide them in my closet so that I can read them later.

Few more days went like this reading totally ridiculous stuff love, love, love....
Love is nothing it's just a comouflage to keep us away from our goals. I'm happy that Jonathan is away
I've dinner today, at Madison's mansion. I got ready, wore a black fitted dress with my red bellbottom high heels and silver accessories. And i tie my hair into a ponytail.

I reached there after few hours of driving. I pushed open the heavy front doors of the Madison's mansion, stepping into the cool air of the grand foyer. The chandelier sparkled overhead, casting soft light across the marble floors. But my attention shifted immediately when I saw him.