The Rule Of Elites

Chapter 85

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The story.

The story of a girl, it was nothing much. But when you involve a princess, and the one without a crown.

You have a story stirred with envy, anger and blood spill.

Keira White was no princess, but neither was she any less. Born into richness, she was treated like one. Her feet used to grace the floors of her empty mansion, her giggles once resonated the cold  marble walls, the string of long story she made up was admired by many, but the many were paid to laugh for her. Admire her, praise her.

Their laugh was that of hollow promises. They were not there to stay.

Maids and nannies were an illusion, they kept changing like the seasons. Her giggles were not welcomed at the dining room anymore. Especially not when her family gathered for the weekend. A single dinner, with her mother on phone. Father invested on a deep conversation and brother, her only sibling the interest of her parents. And as for her- the girl who waited days for the weekend, the day she garnered her anticipation with hope of a spark, an initiation of bond with at least someone. Even her brother would have sufficed. But no, keira was too dim to out shine the brighter stars.

She was never asked how her day was.

She was never confronted when she broke the rules.

She was never wanted as a child.

Leonard white was the son who stole the show. He captivated the attention, emitted confidence like no one else could, Lured everyone into thinking that he was the one. The one who was right for the corporation to lean on.

Keira white?

She was used to it. Life in shadows. Smile on her face. Anger in her baggage.

Anger.

It ran in the veins of Whites.

Keira had a friend. Stuart had provided her with not just the finest education experience. But gave her a friend who was not partial to her in a hope of befriending or getting on the good side of her brother. In fact the friend she had was far away from linking herself with petty materialistic world despite being the most sought after heiress of her time.

Elizabeth Stuart.

Elzina's mother.

"Just like your mother" airily, though Keira had aged like a fine wine. Her voice held coldness and animosity hidden behind that icy smile that was the result of rotten envy stashed since years, it was enough for Elzina to snap her out of a pit. A well of craziness she was feeling and falling in. "You look so much like Elizabeth up close"

Elzina's mind yelled at her. Thousand different questions begged to be released. But her sealed lips barely took control.

"Beautiful and classy. That's how she was. But you seem to have inherited a bit of recklessness and feisty attitude like your father" she stood taller, a glimmer of ecstasy in her eyes as she remembered Fredrick Winston.