It’s so hard. So hard to ward off the last scene that displayed at Estrella’s wedding party. It’s already been six days now but everything is still stuck in Sia’s head.
Obstructing her thoughts and weakling her to the knees. Danika just stamped her claim on Lucas. Danika kissed Lucas.
How much have they done? Did they share the same bed that night?
Did he eat her cunt? Did he reach her g-spot?
Just how much did they do that night? All these flimsy questions kept rotating in Sia’s head.
No matter how much she will her mind to halt thinking about that or their make-out session it’s hard, impossible even.
Lucas has ingrained himself in her mind. Every crevice of her heart longs for him. For his presence, voice, touch, and all but her mind howls at the thought of welcoming him back into her life.
The heart can be deceitful sometimes but the mind can never deceive.
But Sia is conflicted on which to listen to, the heart or the mind?
Estrella and Ethan had been away in Hawaii. So Sia basically contacts her through FaceTime but it’s not yet time for them to speak.
Rebekah slid into her office and informed her of Hera’s presence which she let her in immediately.
“Welcome, Ms. Woods,” Sia told Hera whilst handshaking her with her, fleeting smiles on her face. “What do I honor this visit? Have a seat, please.” She gestured for Hera to sit across from her.
Hera pinned her eyes to Sia’s face. Gritting her teeth seeing Sia up and about. She wants her gone. Everything related to that woman she hates the most on earth and in the unknown world.
She wants everything about her to vanish. To be wiped clean. Hera curled her fist under the table, mentally fanning herself for the rage to wither.
“It’s good to know you’re the widow. I mean, who could have thought that all the while we communicated that you were the widow all along? I must commend your ability to hide your identity.” Hera spat.
A light knock on the door hindered Sia from spewing her response. She permitted the person to zoom in and Liam planted his feet into the office.
Nearing Sia’s seat, his eyes journeyed to the woman sitting across from Sia. Liam blinked his eyes rapidly, endeavoring to remember where he had seen this face.
‘I’ve seen this face before. I’ve but where?’ He questioned himself, racking his mind for answers unfortunately, he couldn’t pinpoint where, but one thing is clear he had seen that face somewhere.
“Liam, how may I help you?” Sia interrupted his eye feast. For a moment there, Hera was self-conscious. She feels there’s something odd about Liam but she can’t lay a finger on what that is.
“You’ll be leaving for California in two days’ time for the Ravine conference and the jet has been arranged likewise your suite.” He listed and tugged his eyes back at Hera.
“Perfect, thank you.” Sia murmured, grinning satisfactorily. “Oh, you know Monson group’s centennial party is around the corner. Please head to the public relation department and have them broadcast the news about the upcoming event. It’s just in about a month from now.” Sia informed.
Hera was caught up by Sia’s words. “Your centennial party is around the corner?” She asked.
Sia cut her eyes to Hera and nodded. “Oh, yes it is. Monson group has lasted that long. It happened that the company clocked hundred years during my reign.” She clarified.
Sia told Liam to give them some privacy so they could proceed with their discussion but Liam didn’t
leave until he spotted Hera’s name on the pendant of her gold necklace.
Hera’s name rang in his ears repeatedly. Liam concluded in him to figure out from whence he knew the woman.
All the while Sia talked, Hera glued her eyes to her lips. It reminds her of that woman. The dead piece of meat as she calls her.
Hera hopes Sia is the only fresh and blood she has roaming on earth. It’s like a promise she made to herself that every particle much less human that is a fucking reminder of her will be wiped out. And she thought that night every reminder of her was wiped out until she saw Sia again.
Now that Sia is sitting across from her, babbling about one of the most important projects Hera has. She wants the work to kick off but seeing Sia in control of it is aching and annoying her beyond words. She doesn’t want her to be where she is now. Not as Mrs. Monson but as a dead girl.
A girl who lost her life during the arson. That’s what Hera wants.
For Sia to die by fire. It gives her joy because in front of that fire, she swore to take down her worst enemy’s life.
Hera glanced at her burnt middle finger and the images flicked into her mind. The day she got her finger burnt was the worst day of her life but it was more like the work of fate.
She had set fire to rip her worst foe apart, tear her into pieces and burn her to ashes but it happened that she got cut in the trap.
*
“Hera please don’t do this. What about my kids?” Monica yelled, fearful tears cascading down her eyes.
“They’ll be wiped out too,” Hera growled.
She already set the fire. The night shadowed the earth’s surface in its glory. The moon shimmered in the sky, ready to bear witness to what was about to happen. To witness Monica’s life being confiscated. The stars twinkled, a telltale sign to Hera that her plans is about to come to fruition.
Monica’s wail blared, splitting Hera’s eardrum.
“No. You called me to make peace. I came for peace, Hera. This squabbles between us. It’s already weakening my soul. I need us to settle. To become one. Like we are. Hera don’t be this heartless.” Monica’s pleas fell on deaf ears as the little Raymond grabbed her other hand while Hera dragged her right.
“I believe in predestination and fate has already sealed it before we came into this world that we’ll be sworn enemies. And that you’ll die by my hands, Monica. I’ve felt it all along. And today, with the rage and hatred burning inside me. I choose to seal our fate. For you to die by my hands. Monica I hated you from birth. We’re one yet we’re so different.”
Hera dragged her toward the burning furnace with a smirk on her face but unbeknownst to them he stepped out and tugged Monica back. The fast uncalculated move made Hera stagger and in the heat of the moment, her heels broke and Hera found her hand stuck in the fire. Before she could withdraw her finger from the trap, it already burned.
Howling in pains, Hera vowed under the fire to expunge Monica and all reminders of her by fire.
*
As the images grazed Hera’s mind, her teeth gnashed. The pain she secured for someone was experienced by her. Raymond was barely fifteen years when he began working for Hera. And with every other attempt she makes to take Monica’s life by fire, she escapes until the day fate smiled at her.
The day she burnt the house in hopes they’ll all die yet a reminder of her still lives. She survived the arson.
“Thank you. So I should be expecting the money by tomorrow, right?” She asked Sia though she was unable to get ahold of all Sia spewed.
“No, I said I’d love to see the construction site. Pictures will do. Then I’ll send the money.” Sia stated.
“Oh, perfect. I’ll forward it to your email.” Hera said, emerging to her feet.
“Alright. It’s awesome having you here today.” Sia grinned as they shook hands.
Hidden in the archway, Liam took a sneak peek at Hera as she exited Sia’s office with a fiery look in her eyes. She mumbled something Liam couldn’t hear but he knows deep down the woman is someone he had seen.
With the way infrared images flash in his mind, Liam assumes she’s from his past. A past he doesn’t remember.
“Hera.” He muttered under his breath and shoved into his office.