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"How dare you call me promiscuous?" Mom's face twisted in anger.
"You have always been promiscuous, Mom. I may not have known this, but walls have ears. You should have at least tried to hide your true identity before stepping into that gossip-filled mansion," I said, my voice filled with disgust. Discovering who my mom truly was and what she was willing to do left me feeling embarrassed and disgusted.
"You should watch your tongue, Skye. You act as if you know everything... You're so naively ignorant," she snapped.
"I am not naive. I may appear calm, but I am well aware of many things. Things you might not even imagine," I retorted.
"You know nothing, and it's better that way... Do you really believe I'm marrying Mr. Blackwood just for his money? Wait until you uncover the truth," she warned.
"What truth?" I asked, deciding to play by my own rules in this intricate card game I found myself involved in. I was determined to uncover the truth behind it all. Knowing my mom would never willingly reveal it to me, I knew I had to make her painfully vulnerable. This was the twisted rule Kenneth had taught me. I hoped that by doing so, my mom would finally confess everything.
I could feel it, the truth on the verge of being exposed to me at the perfect moment. I waited anxiously, eager for it to unravel. "You think I'm a gold digger? Marrying Mr. Blackwood is only a small part of my plan. I know he has his own agenda, but this time, I'll make sure I'm calculating and one step ahead!" Mom revealed.
This time?! I couldn't help but wonder. The game and plans my mom mentioned were a reality. It had happened on numerous occasions, not just once or twice. It could only mean one thing: her marriages were all part of a twisted game she played with herself. I still didn't fully grasp it and needed to gather my thoughts. But for the readers at the beginning of this book, let me make it clear: my mom isn't as clever and cunning as she claims. In fact, she's far from it. I even question how I turned out to be an intelligent nerd when both my parents were rather foolish. So, dear readers, please don't be fooled. Of course, I didn't reveal any of this to my mom. If I did, it would only hinder my chances of uncovering the truth.
"What plan?" I asked, my curiosity piqued by my mother's mysterious statement.
"The plan for revenge!" she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with determination.
"Revenge?" I couldn't help but exclaim, my voice barely above a whisper. The word hung in the air, heavy with unanswered questions.
What had provoked this desire for revenge? Did my mother somehow know the infamous Blackwood family, the powerful empire she wanted to seek revenge on?
Doubt simmered within me, as I questioned the wisdom of her impulsive decision.
I couldn't fathom the depths of her mind, and it left me feeling unsettled and unsure.
Her voice dipped lower, filled with a mixture of excitement and caution. "The story is a long one, Skye. It's a story that I believe will change your life forever... but don't worry, I'm not going to tell you everything."
I felt a surge of frustration and curiosity intermingle within me. The allure of an untold story was both enticing and frustrating. I yearned to understand her motivations, to uncover the truth hidden within her enigmatic words. But for now, it seemed, I would be left in the dark, my mind brimming with unanswered questions and the promise of a life-altering tale yet to be revealed.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Dax
Bonus Chapter.
My eyes shimmered with a hint of moisture as I caught a glimpse of Aunt Mary's reflection in the mirror behind me. I positioned myself in front of the glass, preparing for a leisurely stroll to quiet my troubled mind. Lately, I had been consumed by an overwhelming sadness, and taking a walk had always been my tried-and-true method of finding solace. Typically, I would pair it with music that mirrored my emotional state, but today, the melodies failed to resonate.
Near the door, Aunt Mary stood, her suitcases tightly clutched in her hands. Seeing her visage brought back memories of our last goodbye, and it felt as if I were losing her all over again.
My eyes grew heavy, weighed down by tears that threatened to spill like a child's. Despite standing there, facing the window of my room, my hair disheveled and unkempt, I hardly paid it any mind. Wrapping my arms tightly around myself, I sought warmth from the chilling breeze that brushed against my skin, yet it offered no solace in the grip of my current melancholy.
Aunt Mary was on the verge of speaking, but I found my voice before she had the chance. "Is it too late for me to plead with you to stay?" I whispered, my words raw and filled with a storm of emotions and pain. The agony etched itself plainly on my face. Intentionally avoiding Aunt Mary's gaze somehow lessened the ache that resided deep within the recesses of my heart—a pain I was too afraid to reveal in this very moment.
"Daxson... sooner or later, I will still depart," Aunt Mary declared, her voice filled with an agonizing mixture of pain and raw emotion, causing a profound impact on my senses. I detected the resounding thud of her luggage hitting the cool, unyielding marble floor, as she drew closer to my side.
Feeling a sudden surge of determination, I mustered up the last remnants of my courage and, with a tremor in my voice, pleaded, "I implore you to reconsider, Aunt Mary. Stay with me." The urgency and desperation were palpable in every syllable that escaped my lips.
Aunt Mary's response was laden with a somber resignation. "You know well that I lack the authority to alter my fate, Daxson. Your father is the one who holds the reins."
My annoyance flared within me, provoked by Aunt Mary's mention of my father's involvement. I grew increasingly irritated and resentful with every passing moment that she reminded me of him. "Why must everything revolve around him?" I uttered, my eyes involuntarily rolling in disdain.
"It is simply because your father possesses the weight of decision-making," Aunt Mary calmly explained, her voice imbued with placidity.
"So, it was he who forced you to leave," I exclaimed, my loathing for my father intensifying with each passing second.
Aunt Mary's response took me by surprise, momentarily rendering me speechless. "No, Daxson. I made that decision for myself," she revealed, her words holding a hint of the unforeseen.
