Chapter 47 The Wicked Confession
Chapter 47
Lyra's POV.
“Wow!” The word silently escaped through the gap in between my teeth.
My two hands started shaking like leaves in a strong wind.
So Tracy had been a hidden enemy for long? The big snake in the garden that had wiped out my entire family.
My mind was spinning and tumbling like a rock on a landslide. So if Tracy could do this, killing my innocent mother just to be with my father, what else has she not done? What other awful and unthinkable atrocities did she commit against my family? She is like a beast that changes its color until it gets to you to bite.
So Tracy was the evil face behind the death of my mother. I thought she was a good stepmother-in-law for a long time. Only strict and wanted me to own up.
My thought was that Tracy was the exact opposite of her daughter Rosa. Rosa had shown the kind of personality she would have. That had never been hidden; even the blind could see it.
The rivalry was obvious and filled with evil right from when we were tender. Sometimes I wondered where Rosa got those awful characters from; I never knew it was close by.
“I had to pay someone to remove something from her van when she was traveling.” She said it without remorse, her voice laced with venom.
I was startled; my breath almost caught. It was like a giant who had wrapped his heavy, wielded hand around my neck, ready to force out the remaining air in it.
“It's a pity she died painfully,” Tracy smiled wickedly. “It wasn't my fault though; she needed to be taken out. I was sorry that she died like a chicken, but there was nothing I could do to salvage that situation.”
“You never told me any of this back then about how you and Father came together…” Rosa sounded impressed, like a trickster learning a new magic trick.
“I was always telling you, but you were too young to pay attention.”
“How?”
“That you and Mila are not on the same level,” Tracy uttered slowly, "but that you are here…" I could imagine Tracy's hand in the air, and “she should be found here,” and her hand dropping low, a bit towards the ground. “I mean always beneath you. Always under your feet.”
There was a long pause. Readjusting myself on my seat to listen to this wicked conversation that had almost deafened my ears.
“Apart from you coming out from my womb, you have always shown the ability to think and act smart… more than she did.”
Tracy paused a bit. “I think you are really learning fast with the success you have achieved so far.”
Tracy turned to Rosa, “Candidly speaking, I like the way you take Mila out.”
Every cruel word she uttered was like thrusting a two-edged sword down my throat. It not only bothers me so much, but it bleeds me. I have seen and watched cruelty from afar. I never believed it would be this close to me.
“Me? Or we,” Rosa quickly countered, “that wouldn't be possible without everyone's collaboration, from you to the elders and everyone we paid, Mother.”
If not, you quickly sneak into Mila's room to change that letter that Alpha Jax brought to the house that day to sleep with Mila? What would have happened?”
“No, that was necessary for the mission. I have to do that for Mila to be stripped of her role to be crowned the Luna of the Stormfang pack the following day.”
“Remember vividly that I was in my room when Alpha Jax left, so I had to go and peep into Mila's keyhole to check if she was still in bed, crying that she had been deflowered by Alpha Jax. Immediately she went to her bathroom to clean up, swung into action, and changed the fake letter that Alpha Vexhood gave to replace the one he gave Alpha Jax the previous day.”
“Mother!” Rosa's voice shot up high, and her mouth opened with shock. “So you were the one…”
Yes, daughter," Tracy replied, "you are shocked, right? I am the one that changed the letter to make Mila look stupid in the world's eyes.
“I was also surprised…” Rosa quickly replied, "I thought Alpha Vexhood had done unthinkable things to change the letter."
“Nooo… Maybe he just felt like not stressing himself out.” Tracy paused a bit, with a smile. “Then he sent one of his most trusted foot soldiers. Which was me.”
They both burst into laughter. While I gritted my teeth in anger.
At this time I had stood up from the chair, pacing to and fro. I couldn't manage the anger within.
“Remember when Mila was brought from the prison to the palace hall and she
couldn't speak? I was the one in charge of that too.”
“How? Mother, how?”