Chapter 15 MRS. BLACKWELL (Demilia’s POV)
The penthouse door flung open without warning, and at that minute, the atmosphere changed.
It was Mrs. Blackwell that had entered, and she sure did it like a queen. It was more like the woman king in charge was back to monitor her territory. She was a tall, graceful and elegant woman. Her hair was silver, her lips painted just too colorful to represent a shade of Vanessa's cold personality.
"Mother," Ethan managed to say stiffy the moment he saw her.
"My dear," she replied with a polite tone, though I considered it hollow. "You never mentioned getting married to me, especially without my approval."
"I don't think your approval is much needed." He said with no emotions.
She smiled faintly, waving it off like it was nothing. Then, she turned her gaze towards me. "And if I'm not mistaken, this must be the famous Demilia Dante."
That made me to force a polite smile. "Mrs. Blackwell, it's a great pleasure to finally meet you."
"Is it, really?" She asked with so much softness, but her voice was cruel. "Because, I'm not sure i could say the same."
Ethan's eyes narrowed, completely taken aback by his mother's reaction. "Mother."
"Oh, don't be too fast in scolding me," she replied, and in the process, waving a manicured hand. "You are the one that brought her into your home, Ethan. I'm simply playing the role of a mother, carefully observing what you've finally chosen."
She moved a bit closer, her perfume a bit suffocating, invading my lungs. "Well, you're much prettier than I expected," she said, and I didn't know how to react, but her eyes already gave me the answer, filled with distain. "But beauty is known to have the history of hiding the sharpest poison."
I felt my hands becoming too tight. "I assure you, Mrs. Blackwell, I am not poison as you thought me to be."
"Every woman who has ever entered this family, never fails to say the same." She murmured, almost a whisper, but I heard her. Then with a louder voice, she continued. "Ethan, be a darling, and rush and fetch a drink for your mother. I would love to have a talk with your wife privately."
He hesitated, contemplating whether to follow her request or not. "Mother..'
"I never told you that was a request."
"I saw their eyes meet briefly...and I knew if was a silent battle of wills. Before Ethan finally turned and went ho obey her orders, he glanced at me just one. The very moment he was gone, Mrs. Blackwell's expression turned grave. The polite mask which she had been wearing suddenly failed of, and giving way for something colder to emerge.
"You shouldn't have been found here." She simply said.
I blinked in confusion, trying so hard to understand her. "Excuse me?"
"I don't see you being part of this great family.," she continued, her tone strangely calm. For someone with such evil words coming out of her mouth. As she spoke, her words tends to get too calm, almost mistaken as kind, and that was very terrifying. "You've only succeeded in walking straight into a story which was meant to end years ago."
"What story are you talking about?" I asked, frowning in hbd process.
She smiled, but it was laced with something unkind. "You're the ghost from a horrible night which shouldn't have ever existed."
My breath hitched the moment I heard that. "What exactly are you talking about?"
Her gaze remained grave, but this time, predatory. "Does Ethan know for sure who you tely are, Demilia? Or did he make the decision to keep you in the dark forever, just like he did to the rest of us?"
"Who I really am apart from the one I already know?" I asked, confusion evident on my face. "At this point, I wouldn't be wrong if I tell you that you have the wrong address. You must be mistaken."
"Oh, sweet darling," she cooed, full of uncertainty, and mockery. "The only one who's insane happens to be you. For blindly believing something good could come out of my son's version of love, other than being strategic "
"Why choose to tell me all these now?" I asked, my chest tightening from rage.
"Because, I'm not the kind to loose ends," she replied smoothly. "And as for you, my darling, happens to be a loose end, very huge a d dangerous one."
Before I could say any more word, Ethan walked in, carrying two glasses with him "I hope everything is going smoothly?"
Mrs. Blackwell was quick to smile, a very sweet one. "That's way perfect. Your sweet and beautiful wife were just... trying our best to familiarize with ourselves.
He quickly handed the glass over to her, but that didn't make him to miss the tension that was already building up between us. "Mother, if by any chance you came here just to cause trouble..."
"Trouble?" She interrupted, feigning hurt and surprise. "No, darling. I only came to remind you of what happens when you are foolish enough to mix business with sentiment."
"This is not business. I'm not doing anything relating to business with my wife."
"Then, what exactly are you doing?" She asked sharply. "I'm very certain this isn't love either."
He became quiet when the truth hit him. "You should take your leave."
"Of course," she replied lightly, and immediately dropping the untouched drink on the nearby table. She turned to face me again. "It was so lovely to finally meet you, Mrs. Blackwell. I do hope your days in this house isn't numbered like the others before you."
"Others?" I repeated, shocked at her utterance.
Her lips curved into a cruel smirk, something very dangerous. "Ask your husband,"she replied smoothly. "He's good with burying memories than he buries bodies."
Abd with that, she made her way toward the door.
The moment she was gone, I exhaled sharply, running a confused hand through his hair. "Kindly ignore her."
But ignoring her, is that the right thing to do? She doesn't seem to have left, she still has a hidden agenda yet to be unveiled.