Cerelia's POV:

I went straight to the hospital after that so I'd have time to visit my mum. I needed to know what happened to her. Where was she? Who did this to her? Was it my father? And so many more questions were running through my head.

"What's the name?" A short, blonde woman that worked there asked me.

"Philippa Clyborne."

"Yes, she's here. Room 47. Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, thank you. Have a great day."

On my way there, a doctor came up to me. He said that it wasn't the best idea to ask her questions until she's fully recovered. As much as I wanted to know the truth, I had to listen to the doctor. I didn't want to make it worse than it already was. A big see-through wall was showing her laying in a bed. Her face was covered scars and her eyes were red and puffy because she was probably crying all night. I slowly opened the door and sat on a chair next to her bed. Damn. She is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. When she opened her eyes I could see her beige eyes.

"Sweetheart, you are here! Come on hug your momma!" She reached for my hand. I missed her hug so much. She was always warm and felt like home. It felt like she was never actually gone.

"I missed you so much. It was hard without you, dad changed so much." I started tearing up.

"You're a strong girl, I know that it was a hard time." she wiped my tear away.

"I love you, don't leave me again. I can't believe you came back."

"I love you too, darling."

"You should probably leave now, she needs to rest." the doctor came into the room.

"I'll come back as soon as I can. I promise." I closed the door.

Now I have to find a dress somewhere. If I die, I have to at least look stunning. I already had a dress in mind. There is a boutique near our mansion, and the dresses there are just breathtaking. I hopped in my car and started imagining what the perfect dress looks like.

I looked through the dresses they had. Every color was available, but my color was black. That means that I had to wear a black one. I should be able to walk or even run in it. In the end, I picked a tight, long pitch-black one. Glitter was all over it, but it wasn't too much glitter either. My chest was free. The little butterfly tattoo on my left collar bone was showing. A heart-shaped fabric was hiding my breast. The sides of my waist were covered by a transparent, dark material. My left leg wasn't covered at all. It showed my leg. Turns out that the shop also had shoes, I didn't want to waste time so I bought them there. Just simple, black high heels. Was it expensive? Hell, yeah. Was it worth it? Totally.

Back home, I made a green smoothie. They're so delicious and healthy. It was self-care time, so I would look extra good. I did a quick workout and took a shower. It was time for the hair. I couldn't decide if I wanted to wear it open or in a high, messy ponytail. Spoiler, I chose the wavy option. And the makeup was the last thing on my list. Today it should be anything but special. I was really happy with the outcome. I over-lined my lips, put on nude brown lipstick, eyeliner, and a smokey eye shadow. That's it, I was done.

Looking at the clock, I saw that I had three hours left. The location wasn't far away. Maybe about fifteen minutes. Instead of looking at my phone or something like that, I took out my diary.

Today is the day of the big gala. I'm already done with my look. I hate that gala, it's full of disgusting rules. One rule is that if you're a woman, you can't drive to the gala, someone has to drive you. The second rule is that you are not allowed to talk until the man you came with allows you to. Third and last rule, don't disrespect the man you came with. But I mean it's me whom we're talking about. So screw does rules, I don't give a fuck about them. That's the reason why I'll be driving, talking without permission, and if he disrespects me I'll disrespect him as well. People are trying to tell me, that it's a bad idea. Yet I don't care. I tried to call Blake again, but he doesn't answer. Oh, yeah I forgot to write something. I'll try to save him, but I don't guarantee anything. Maybe someone will think that I'm cruel, no I'm not, I'm just real. But I'll protect him with my life, if he dies it'll be my fault. He told me that he "loves" me, we know each other for a short time. So practically it's kinda obvious that it may not be true. Blake maybe said that, because he's afraid to be my enemy and knows that I could replace him on his throne anytime. The key is manipulating and he knows it damn well. How can I be so sure? Easy. He's bad, but I'm worse. I've seen many people like him, but they're all six feet under the ground now. He thinks that I'm naive, and I want him to think that. But I'm actually the devil's worst nightmare. And if he actually means what he said, then I'll be surprised.

My diary is like the person that you can trust with everything, except that it doesn't talk.

"Ey, yo! I'm leaving now, don't be late." Alec yelled from downstairs.

"I won't! See ya there! Oh, and try not to die!"

"Yeah, we'll see about that." he chuckled as he took his keys and walked over to Emilia. She is the woman, he's taking with him.

It was time to go. I checked to see if the knife and the gun were secured under my dress. No one even tried to stop me from driving my car, because they knew it was useless. The mirror next to the front door showed my reflection. I checked my makeup one last time and got out. A few traffic's were stopping me from arriving too early. People were staring at me when I drove past them. It's like they've never seen a woman driving a Ferrari. It didn't bother me anyway.

A big gate opened when I arrived. The guards were giving me dirty looks but didn't say anything. I just politely smiled at them, to make them even more irritated than they already were. My gaze was on the women, that were scared of their husbands, boyfriends, or whomever they were. When they looked up to me, some of them widened their eyes, some smiled and some of them rolled their eyes.

In the next moment, I felt anger. The man that hates me the most was standing in front of my car. My father. Blake was standing next to him with his father. And now it was showtime, baby. I opened the door of my car stepping out with one heel. I took my bag and was now standing in a circle of people surrounding me. The music that was coming from my car made me feel powerful.

I could see Alec with an impressed look on his face. He was waving at me with a big grin on his face. My father gave me a death stare, thinking that I'd be scared. Blake had a big devilish smirk on his face.

"Mr. Barclay, what a pleasure to see you." I greeted his father.

"The pleasure is all mine. But if you excuse me I have to go." he went to an elderly-looking man.

"Father," I said. He rolled his eyes and walking away.

"Hello there, pretty boy. How are ya?" I joked.

"I love the stunt you pulled C. You want to get us killed, don't you? But rules are overrated anyway." Blake whispered in a playful tone.

"They want to kill us anyway. So why not die as a legend? Oh, yeah go to Alec for your weapons." I winked at him.

"What?" he frowned his eyebrows.

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