☠️UNDERWORLD
WHISPERS 💧
[SECRETS OF THE DARK]
THEME:segz AND POWER 🔞
WRITTEN BY NOORIE Q
CHAPTER 49
☆☆ BLACK WEDDING 1 ☆☆
A WEEK LATER
“That was cheating, Grandpa,” Rico said, passing the ball to Mr. Raymond.
Hailey, who played with her Barbie doll, looked at Rico and Grandpa, and sighed softly.
“Make sure you don’t hurt your back, Mr. Raymond,” she commented. Mr. Raymond turned to face her.
“You talk a lot, just like your dad,” Mr. Raymond said, walking over to her.
“Is that a good thing?” She giggled.
“Hmm, nice teacup,” Mr. Raymond said, picking up the toy teacup.
“No, put it down! Chloe doesn’t like that,” Hailey frowned.
“Who’s Chloe?” Mr. Raymond asked, putting the toy teacup on the table.
“She’s my imaginary friend,” Hailey smiled, and Mr. Raymond nodded, looking around.
“Is she here? It’s a bit spooky,” he muttered, and she laughed.
“Say hi, Chloe,” Hailey said, turning to her side.
“Hi, Chloe,” Mr. Raymond said awkwardly.
“Who’s Chloe?” Vincenzo asked, entering with a new teddy bear.
“She’s my imaginary friend. She says she likes you,” she winked, and Vincenzo smiled.
“Wow, tell her I like her too,” Vincenzo said, ruffling her hair.
“Please tell me she’s not telling you about her imaginary friend?” Grace asked, facepalming.
“Uh-huh,” Vincenzo and Mr. Raymond nodded.
“Don’t you think it’s time we take this girl to church? Imaginary friend!? No, not in this house,” Grace said dramatically.
“Stop! You’re hurting her feelings,” Hailey said, and Grace groaned.
“This is getting way more annoying. I suggest we see a pastor or a priest. Grandpa, you know a Catholic priest, right?”
“Come on, Grace, you have to drop this Nigerian mentality. Imaginary friends don’t mean anything. She’s just a kid,” Mr. Raymond said, and Grace smiled and shook her head.
“In my country, Nigeria, let’s not talk about it,” she shook her head, walking away.
“Where’s Mirabella?” Hailey asked, standing up.
“She’s in the kitchen,” Vincenzo replied.
“I want to go see her,” she pouted cutely.
IN THE KITCHEN
“This smells really good,” Grace said, taking a bite of the chicken sausage.
“Really? Thanks,” Mirabella smiled.
“Are you nervous? You’re getting married tomorrow. I was so scared when I was about to get married to Bruno. It still feels like yesterday,” she smiled, sucking her bottom lip.
“I am. In fact, I feel like freaking out,” her reply was quick.
“But I’m glad you’re here. Grace, thank you for being a mother figure in this family. I really appreciate it.”
“Aww, that was so emotional,” Grace smiled as they hugged each other.
After a lot of sweet talks, the family had dinner, and laughter filled the Salvatore’s mansion.
Adriana and her newborn baby were enjoying the attention from the entire house, while Mirabella and Vincenzo were preparing for tomorrow, their wedding.
It felt unreal to Mirabella; she could still remember the first day she met him.
Things turned out well, thanks to this man called Vincenzo, the only one she truly loves.
In the evening, Mirabella took Hailey to her father’s grave.
“His name is Leonardo D’angelo. He’s my father,” Mirabella said, and Hailey placed a single flower on the grave.
“I’m sorry I didn’t see you, Grandpa,” she said, and Mirabella hugged her.
“It’s okay, Grandpa loves you.”
“Hey Dad, I know you warned me not to have anything to do with the Salvatores, but things didn’t go as planned. We are getting married tomorrow; I hope you send us heavenly blessings,” she chuckled.
“Of course, if you’re in heaven, not after all the bad things you’ve done,” Mirabella mumbled.
“Was Grandpa a bad man?” Hailey asked, eyes wide.
“Stop asking questions, Hailey. Sometimes you have to ignore things,” Mirabella rolled her eyes as they walked out.
“Then why say it within my hearing!? You said Grandpa wouldn’t make it to heaven, right!? You said that, didn’t you?” Hailey asked, and Mirabella groaned.
“Just shut up!”
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After all these years, do you really believe you can attain happiness? You, you’re the one who shattered my life!” Isabella’s voice reverberated through the room as she glared at Mirabella’s image.
“You! You! You’re a wretch, and I despise you for turning me into a monster!” Her outburst continued, and she stormed toward the mirror, eyes filled with rage.
“She transformed you into a beast… and we’ll never forgive her. Never,” Isabella muttered, her fingers caressing the cold steel of a penknife.
“Tomorrow will mark your final day on this wretched planet! I’m coming for you, Mirabella. Just wait,” she taunted with a sinister chuckle.
Isabella turned, retrieving a black short gown from her closet. She slid it over her body, studying her reflection for a moment to ensure it met her standards.
“I adore it. Oh, I mustn’t forget the delightful gifts for my beautiful niece,” she mused, her tone laced with malevolence.
“She’ll adore them, won’t she, Hailey?” Isabella posed the question to herself, her laughter taking on an eerie quality.
The laughter intensified, causing her to tumble to the floor in a fit of maniacal glee. She seized a bottle of whiskey, shattered it against the ground, and then employed the jagged pieces to etch cruel patterns into her flesh.
Blood flowed, but it did nothing to quell her deranged amusement.
“I’M COMING FOR YOU, MIRABELLA!” she bellowed amidst her disturbing laughter, the promise of impending darkness hanging heavily in the air.
T B C .