Chapter Six
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USHER'S POV
I stumble back to my seat, my legs have suddenly grown weak. It's my turn to take deep breathes, but they aren't helping. I feel like my heart is punching its way up my throat.
A twin sister?!
How can my mother be telling me this now?!
I have grown up without a sibling. Not that I wanted one. Because if there was someone else to take half of the little my mother could afford, I would have had the most miserable life. My mother isn't smart or hardworking. She is self-centered and fainéant. But giving out a living child is outrageous even for someone as irresponsible as her.
I wouldn't have been opposed to finding a sibling now that we have all the basics we need. But a twin sister poses a threat to my quest for marriage with Prince Hayden. I had hoped the prophetess was wrong for the first time because I didn't see a way anyone can look as perfect as I do. But just like people say, that woman is never wrong!
"Life was tough for me when you were born. I knew there was no way I could afford to raise two kids on my own, I had to get rid of one. You should be happy I chose to keep you!" Mother says wiping off tears.
I know whoever my twin sister is, her life must have been a lot tougher than mine. But there is nothing more precious than being Hayden's true mate. I wouldn't mind having been the one given out like worthless goods if that means I become Hayden's wife and live for a millennia.
"Who is this poor woman you gave my sister to? Where does she live now?" I demand.
"Her name was Catherine. She was in the ward next to mine but her child was dead even before she gave birth. She was from a poor background but unlike me, she had a husband. So I surrendered your sister to her and hoped they would at least feed her until she grows up to fed for herself. I didn't ask much about where they would live because all I wanted then was to wash my hands of the responsibility." She answers.
She did wash her hands indeed, at least for nineteen years. Because now the responsibility she was evading, could be Hayden's true mate.
"What was my sister's name?" I ask.
She shrugs.
"I don't know. The woman wanted to name her herself. But I heard her say something like . . . Ella. I am not sure that's what she called her." She replies.
What a mother! She didn't even care to learn what her daughter would be called? How am I going to find her without knowing the name? I can't wait until Hayden finds her. Perhaps if I find her myself, I can give her some money and ask her to stay away from this kingdom. That way Hayden will never know such a person existed and will finally give up avoiding our marriage.
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BELLA'S POV
Being dressed in deluxe dresses and expensive jewels isn't what I had expected when I arrived here. Other slaves are working outside, being monitored by guards with whips.
The Luna says it's not because I am lucky, but because they bought me for a different purpose other than working. I am yet to know what that purpose is.
Currently, the Luna's maids are styling my hair, using golden beads to hold it on place. The Luna watches while taking a glass what I suppose is wine.
"You look lovely! I don't know what Angel Usher looks like, but I am certain she isn't this beautiful!" One of the maids say.
"Look at yourself in the mirror." She directs.
I rise and walk to the full length mirror on the wall. I am dressed in an elegant, blue dress and white heels. I have never worn raised shoes before, they don't feel comfortable but they do look nice.
I approach the mirror and gape at my reflection. I wave a hand just to make sure it's my image staring back at me.
I look stunning!
"I never thought someone could look as beautiful as that vixen named Angel Usher! I also didn't think that person would be nothing more than a pathetic slave!" The Luna says with a smirk.
"Now follow me back to the Alpha's office, he will let you know exactly why we purchased you!"
My hands shake!
There was a reason they purchased me other than I working?
I am scared of whatever else they plan to do with me. The Luna walks to the door, I follow.
"Just because we cleaned you up, it doesn't mean you're no longer a slave! Lower your stupid head!" She snaps.
I had forgotten that all slaves here walk with their gaze on the floor.
I lower my head and follow the Luna.
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