Heartbreak To Heiress
en a few
Di Ricci. I watched her slip into that world like she was born for it. Cameras. Fittings. Studio lights. She look
t felt different. I laid beside him in bed, my fin
," I said softly. "I'm very grateful for what
full of something deeper. He pulled me close and I didn't resist.
Not after what happened. Not after everything I left be
d, but I was. For the first ti
howed no signs of leukemia in his blood. I had asked twice just to be sure I heard
t. At first, I worried. Wondered if something else was going on. But the doctor said it m
tting better.
is family didn't s
it was because of Eleanor. That they had gotten close through work. It happened fa
rpris
h her phone with a drink in her hand. I sat beside her
'm practically an assistant to El
Runways, events, meetings. She's investing in me. Courtesy of your boyfriend and yo
elt tight. I couldn't shake the feeling. There
n an apartment close to one of the Di Ricci studios. I saw it. Once or twice, I watched from the window as s
oseness. And I c
essed something I
esting. I figured I would go down to the kitchen to
wn the stairs wh
. And
Their voices were low, but something in their tone made me
I s
y poured whatever was inside into a teacup sitting on a tray. No hesitation
to my mouth.
rned t
p to him,"
and picked
ing too fast. My lungs wouldn't
hat p
just medication? No. That didn't look like
he cough. The chills. The weakn
an. No sign of disease. S
e poison
e kitchen. My hands moved fast. I filled a
i Ricci was already re
said q
onfused. "Why?
he has one more drug to take first. I w
rgue. She glanced once at Mr Di Ricci,
food, sir,
for a moment.
ation. My hands stil
haking," he said.
back up here," I sa
like it was nothing. I didn't understand. Why would
iddle of somet
t ten minutes before
nod
It might be cold," I sa
into one of the flower pots. All of it. Gone. I sta
ed that bottle. Someth
ster either. I didn't know how he would react. I didn't
the one person who
r Di Ricci and
nt to tell you. All I'm asking for
, so I told him everything. What
ange. Not shock. Not fear. Like he
ld anyone el
ok my
tell anyon
m. "Why? What
ne. I know why I
r son. Don't
t you too. With something important. If they've already started poisoning me, t
You'll be fine,
little but i
trust him. The truth is
art d
do you
ith my brother. Sylvester is n
at him,
My brother and Sylvester. They were talk
speak. I ju
w I heard it. I carried it like a weight. So
that, everyt
Sylve