The Heir's Ruthless Obsession

ty laundry room, the name feeli

eek, I was a possessed girl in the halls of Saint Brigitte. I played until my fingers ached and w

'm going for a battle. "You are pushing yourself, Isabelle'" Sister Marriane said,

r some rest too but I couldn't. Sister Marriane isn't helping much either. Her staring and lurking around, acting more strange than I am has been bother

time to give me a 'Big Sister's pep talk. Unlike every other day, I would have stayed there and allowed h

looked tired. Her eyes were sharp and hollow screaming exhau

s," she said but her voice lacked its usual bite. It was flat. Bitter

aire. Let m

e reached out yanking the hood of my cloak so hard it scraped my scalp. "You are foundling, Isabelle. You are the mistake nobody wanted and had to dro

l smell lye and cheap soap on you bef

tried to speak. Ouch Claire, you really had to hit the nail on the hea

hing but a gutter rat?" She continued sounding frustrate

r a worried look. Like she had crossed a l

oulder. "Yeah, I mean that should be enough to bring her confidence down for a while, you don't have

nings!" She screamed. "You can leave if you want. I'll finish what I

ooking red hair and stupid violin and when they are done laughing, you'll be right back here with

at state. She can drive a knife down my throat if

lly said. "I'll be back h

her door because that one see

. I tried taking deep breaths but it wasn't wo

e mistake n

t. It smelled of expensive floor wax and cold rain. It felt like

ri's

much champagne. I stood by a pillar, my tuxedo collar itching ag

ien said, leaning next to me. He looked per

ing my tie to stop the itching on my neck. "He expects a report

ng to face The Beaumonts. He sent me instead as his eyes and ears. "Watch the shareholders, Dmitri. Don't embarrass me, Dmitri. Make sure

, at least watch the Charity case perf

ty talent" the Beaumonts had sco

hat beige, dull room. It was the way she stood. She looked like she wa

m my father's desk. The photo was so old that the edges were curling. A w

nds tightening on the glass u

irl my mother brought from the Orphanage. S

Not just from my father's desk but fro

ed hair. Don't make it a co

She played like someone who was bleeding out through music. It wasn't "

elle

d so the people wouldn't mock me just like Claire said. When I finished, the stares and silence I got

ith a weird kind of pride that made me feel like a prize-w

e said. "What a wonderful pe

ing to hide my cheeks which were starting to

e said, extending his hand out for a shake.

apers is standing in front of me. This feels too good to be true. I took

an orphanage, child," Director Alexandre

know, sir, " I said,

ted whispering in that urgent and frantic way adults do when they think chi

rying to disappear. But t

edged, and wearing a tuxedo like it was a suit of armor. But it was his eyes that got me. Tho

his voice was a lo

how small my

smell of rain and expensive cologne. He looked

brushed my ear. "You are standing in a bright light and you don't know

napped, my fear finally turning into a sharp,

o the orphanage, to the shadows you crawled out from. Because if you remain

d find a comeback. I stood there, my hands shaking

d at me like I was a ticking bomb. And for the first time, I realize