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she was angelic
she was angelic
** Episode-64 she was angelic**
** Celeste's POV:**
I sat on the floor as cried, "I am not
her... I am Celeste....." I covered my face NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.
with my hand as I cried in my own misery... do I have to really live as her..
someone I am not... I am Celeste Millar.. it is horrible when you lose your own
identity... and I am witnessing this... I feel helpless .... That happened to my life
I felt him hugging be
from behind, he whispered, "you look
beautiful.. dear... my Isabella..." My cries are the only thing which can be
heard...he turned me to him, and I face him with tears. he wiped my tears and
said, "come on get up... there is still thing to do..." he kissed me lightly and then walked to the
closet... I should run, since he is not looking at me.. I tried to get up when he
said, "Try to run Celeste... then I will break your legs.." I stood there without
words..... I saw him going throw the closet.. he called my real name that means
he is angry... I shouldn't dare.. and how long will I walk with a injured leg..
He came up with a
dress and said, "wear it..." I looked at him in confusion.. he said again,
"wear it... from today itself.. you will
be everything my Isabella was...." My hands were trembling but I took the dress
and my eyes searched for the bathroom.. he pointed at the door and I walked in
as my leg hurts.. I closed the door and in instant I slide down it... I cried... I looked at the dress in my
hand and I remember he will get angry if I
make him wait.. I don't want to anger
him..
I got up and
undressed myself... my eyes landed on my reflection in the mirror... this hair, my
hairs... I look like her... this is not me... I wiped my tears and dressed myself... I
took a deep breath before walking out of the room... this dress is a beautiful body fit dress,
it's filled with crystals... as I walked
out I saw Prince Ernest was sitting by the bed with his cigar, I got scared
when he pulls the cigar out.. he saw me and then put the cigar in the ash tray...
He covered the
distance between us and pulled me to the center of the room, he didn't care
about my injured leg... he said, "you are
beautiful... really.. as you use to be.." he is not talking about me.. I know.. I
am a substitute...
He walked to the
wall, he pulled the curtain away from the wall, I see a huge picture.. my inner
voice whispered, "Isabella.." it's her... she was beautiful.. he gave me her
hair, and now the same dress which she was wearing in the picture... I look
exactly like her...
He said as he
walked back to me, "I know she was angelic... but she died wrongly, she waited
when her body was rotting.... She waited to be found..." I feel bad for her as he
said this.. I really do... no matter what I go through.. but what happened to her
has no excuses... there is no excuses for what dad did...
I whispered, "I am
sorry.." he nodded but he is angry and there are tears in his blue eyes.. he
just said, "you should be.." he lifted me suddenly and I was scared, he threw
me on the bed, I saw him removing his shirt.. my eyes went and I got shocked to
the core with fear...
He immediately
attacked my lips, he was kissing my lips harshly... he was holding my face in his
hands, I was trying to get free.. I was hitting him constantly with my hands..
but he is not stopping.. he slapped me, and I cried out, it really hurts.. he
said as he breathe out, "you should know to behave.." he inserted his hand in the dress and tore it
out.. I screamed and covered my body with my hands...
He grabbed my face
and kissed me again, this time he is biting my lips and tough.. I was crying... I
was still trying to fight back, he moved to my neck and I cried out, "si-sir..
please.. don't..." I felt his hand on my
cheek as he was still kissing my neck and then ear, he whispered, "call me
Ernest..." I was crying...
I cried, "don't do
this.. I don't want it..." his hand slide
to my neck as he kissed on my ear, he pressed my neck with his muscular hand
and said, "call my name..."