Seducing the Devil

Cattleya's POV

ROME, ITALY

I couldn't help but wipe my tears with my bare hand.

Then my driver slid open the van's door and said, "My condolences, Ms. Cattleya."

I bit my lower lip and walked down the aisle with a heavy heart, and as I looked around, everyone was dressed in black; I couldn't believe that it was really my twin sister's funeral.

But being here with relatives I barely know makes me feel suffocated.

Whispers and forced sympathies fill the air, and each person gets on my nerves that I want them to be kicked away from my twin sister's funeral, so they can have a place for their gossip.

I stare at Ariella's smiling photos in the center and then I glance down at the closed casket, a heavy oak barrier that will separate me from my sister forever.

"Ariella..." I said trying to stop myself from breaking down.

"Catt..." My mom walked towards me and I hugged her tightly, bursting into tears.

She sobbed softly, "It was all my fault."

"Mom, it's not your fault." I said, and asked, "Where's Dad?"

"He's not here." she said while wiping her tears, "He's blaming himself for what happened to Ariella."

"Oh..." that's all I can say while heavily crying.

As the ceremony winds down, several of my twin sister's relatives and friends offer their condolences, but their questions about her cause of death remain unanswered.

Some people even said, "She was shot in the chest."

"What? Someone killed her on purpose?"

"I'm not sure, it might have been." the other lady said.

"Yes, three bullets were found in her room," the other person said.

My cousin, who was dressed in red, smirked happily in the corner. She said, "I bet Ariella did something really crazy to get away. I heard her relationship was crumbling. No wonder she wanted to die and now, she's dead. A pity."

I walked towards my cousin and glared at her angrily. "What the hell did you just say? You can't talk about my sister like that! She's dead, and you're disrespecting her!"

Analia rolled her eyes and put down her glass of wine. "Well, I don't care if she's dead. She's still the woman who tried to seduce my husband! No, scratch that; she was his mistress! I saw them together!"

I scoffed in disbelief. "Shut up, Analia! How can you say such things here? Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

Everyone in the ceremony was watching us.

Analia laughed loudly. "I don't care about her! I don't care anymore! My husband left me, I'm alone now. Well, good thing Ariella's death makes me feel like a winner!"

I slapped her face in front of everyone and splashed the glass of wine on her.

"Get out of here! You have no proof of my sister's affair with your husband! Leave, or do you want me to drag you out?!"

Analia scoffed, "Really? How can you act sane when your sister is the drama queen in this family?"

I slapped her again, and just as she was about to slap me back, I grabbed her hand and glared at her, saying, "If you don't know anything about her life, please stop talking. Can you just please shut your mouth?"