SEVEN
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"Who are you?" said a familiar voice.
She couldn't help but rk as she turned around.
"You are still pathetic as always. You don't know me? What a shame, huh!" she answered full of annoyance.
"I'm asking if who you are you ungrateful wrench---"
It's been six years since she left London on the day of her wedding for the reason that she witnessed with her own eyes how ungrateful, and inhumane they are. The echoes of betrayal are still popping in her head. And that's enough for her. She suffered a lot because of everyone who crashed the wedding that's why she will never allow them anymore to hurt her.
"Go on to slap me and I'll send you right away to jail, Laura! For all those years that have passed, you never change a bit! You're still the same!"
Maybe she wants to hit her by slapping her but she stopped. She's back in town not to be slapped by her sister, not anyone. She just wants to face the problem that she left behind. But before the b***h could say a word, another voice was heard.
"Oh, so that's how you live your life from the previous years, Abigail Eunice? Do you think you're different now? No! You are still the same!"
Even though she will not look around to know who owns the voice, she's so sure that she's one of her ungrateful sisters.
"Speaking of the devils. So, this is how you treat your long-lost sister? Oh, I almost forgot that you never treated me as one of your siblings. But that's all in the past and I want to tell you too that you must restrain yourselves in showing off to me! Don't let your arrogance ruin your lives!"
Whatever how they will react, she doesn't care anymore! They have done too much to her. Based on her investigation, their family business is falling apart. A few years ago since she left their home, a heartfelt news came around. Her father passed away and only Laura and Laurice were left behind as who managed everything.
MEANWHILE, the two siblings clenched their fists as they gritted their teeth.
"Damn, that b***h! Why did she come back now? I want her to vanish!" Laura said.
Anger is shown all over her face. She pretended that she doesn't know the b***h but she continued humiliating them.
"Relax, Laura. This is just the beginning." Laurice tapped her shoulder as she started to walk towards the inner part of the perimeter.
"What? Did you tell me to relax, Laurice? Are you still thinking? That wench humiliated me and now you are telling me to relax? You're becoming unreasonable!" she shouted.
"Tsk! Tsk! I just said that this is just the beginning. Can't you see and understand the situation? That b***h is back and we still have a lot of time to drive her away or to silence her permanently!"
Laurice grabbed the collar of her sister's blouse as she said those words. She's not the only person who got humiliated by the bastard.
By her sister's words, a vicious smile covered her face and slowly freed herself from her as well. She got nervous about that but it doesn't mean that she will let the ungrateful wrench ruin everything.
"I will let you do that to me now, sister, because we are in the same boat. But you must think of what are we going to do." She shrugged herself.
"Naturally!" She sneered as she took off her hands from grabbing her.
"WHO are those young boys?" Bryce Luther asked with a few lines on his forehead.
"Boss? Where? I mean the young boys that you are referring to."
"Tsk! Tsk! Paolo, there's no one here except you and me and those young boys. They are the only person here even if they are around the corner."
His bodyguard looks around especially where he's pointing. But he feels annoyed at how his bodyguard reacted. Aside from scratching his head, he is also playing close and open to his eyes.
"Are you sure that you are with me, Paolo?" He even raised his eyebrows because of annoyance.
But before he can answer him, a woman appeared and took the children.
"This cannot be!" Bryce Luther blubbered.
Again, before he nor his men can do anything, the woman that hunted his soul for six consecutive years has vanished from their site.
"Investigates her, Paolo! Do everything just to find where she's dwelling right now. And most importantly, the identities of those young boys. Do you understand me?" he said coldly as if he were under a dungeon.
"Yes, boss!" the faithful and loyal bodyguard answered confidently.
In his mind, no one can own her. Because anyone who will stand in his way will perish.
"WHY did you get out of the car, Bryce, Luther?" She looks one after another to her children.
"Mom, you take so long inside that dummy house."
"I told you, Mom. This place is so annoying. I hate those madmen. It seems that they want to abduct us the way they look at us."
A word that came from the twin. She never say any bad impression about her root of origin to them. But what they just said tells us that they don't have any intention of knowing who is their father.
"Come to mommy." She just spread her arms and was ready to embrace them.
"This place is my root of origin and where you can find your father that you recently asked me. So, why you are saying those words?"
"I'm sorry that I let you stay alone in the car a while ago that you sensed a danger. Still, what you just said is not good. And I believe that you are both well to understand what I mean."
She explains as she caresses and strokes their black and thick hair. In just one glance especially those who know Bryce Luthe, can immediately understand that he is their father.
"I'm sorry, Mommy."
"I'm not not going to say sorry about what I just answered to you, Mommy. Because I don't understand why he abandoned us I mean our unknown father. I feel so sorry about you instead, Mommy. Because you are working very hard to raise us."
If Bryce just answered with three words, Luther is the opposite. He perfectly explained his feelings. And because of that, she cannot find a word to say. Although her children are identical twins Luther got more on his father's aristocratic figure even his composure. In other words, he is the young version of Bryce Luther Mondragon. Unlike Bryce, when you look at him in a few moments, you can say that she is the mother.
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