Elena burned everything along with her.
A Fire engulf everything leaving behind nothing but a ash.
The midnight land breezes blow up the flame. These flames are not only ingulfing a bodies, but ingulfing her ultimate revenge.
A New World And New life is awaiting for her.
A 24 year girl laying on bed in a vast bedroom. Her eyes are closed and her face was as pale as paper.
The Girl wakes up i.e, means Elena wakes up.
A heartbeat. The sensation of silk bedsheet against skin, A perfume air replacing smoke . Making her feel something amiss. Her head is throbbing with pain.
Elena get off bed and goes toward the mirror which was right in front of the bed.
Elena gasped awake after seeing herself in the mirror.
She murmures: Its not me, it's not my own body.
Her heart skip a beat.
In the lavish bedroom drowning in cream and gold. Her hands a trembling as they traced unfamiliar curves of Alishan Alistair's delicate frame. The mirror reflected a stranger white poreclain skin, wide innocent eye, cherry lips, her hair as dark as night, as smooth as silk. A child like innocent and tender face. Making her perfect socialite figure built for society balls rather than cruel, rutheless, poweress, dominating figure built for fight for survival.
Elena suddenly feels headache gets worse. She close her eye from pain. Sudden scene appear before her eye-
The wedding day -
The scent of gardenias spreading in the chapel in air as original owner " Alishan Alistiar" walked down the aisle alone as the father of the original owner was laying on hospital bed. Ethan stoods at altar like statue carved from ice, their signature on their marriage certificate still glistening Wet with ink. When the priest pronounced them husband and wife. He lifted her veil ,he'd brushed his lips against her cheek - a whisper in her ear with cold indifference. " This changes nothing,". He murmured, just loud enough for her to hear. At that time original owner felt the diamond necklace around her neck are nothing but iron shackle.
The First Night
Alishan had worn the lace negligee her mother insisted her to wear on her wedding night. The door open Ethan enter the room. He took one look at her from bedroom doorway and shut it with bang on her face. With the closure of the door make her realise. She was nothing but a mere business transcation or a trophy wife .
She picked up the wine bottle from table. open it and starts drinking it as if She was trying to wash away her pain with flow of wine. Tears was streaming down from for her eyes.
The Alistiar Annual Summit
Ethan had been drinking whiskey all evening, his third glass sitting half - finished as negotiated with japanese investors. Across the ballroom, Elena stood like a ghost in emerald silk - his beautiful, hollow wife.
He glance her once there eye meet . Then again started discussion about his deal.
Suddenly his vision started blurring. He felt like heat flowing through his veins, his pulse hammering like war drum. The investors voices distorted into nonsense.
" Mr Alistair ? You're flushed"
He didn't hear. Could only see her.
Alishan Iaughing and talking with the man.
The temper reach barometer pick point of it in instant. The glass shattered in his hand.
He crossed the ballroom in six strides. He took her by the hand and pulled her away.
The private elevator. The penthouse suite.
Who was he ? Ethan growled, backing her against the wall . His skin burning under influence of temperature.
" Why were you talking to him ? What did you promise him? "
He gasped her like a victory trophy.
when morning came -
Cold Sunlight fell on messy room.
Torn Silk. Bruised Skin. Alishan petite figured was curled into herself on the far side of the bed , trembling .
Ethan waked up turned her face toward her.
"You" His voice cracked. " You drugged me"
Alisha how was engulfed in her thought. She gets in utter shock after hearing his word " What ?"
" This was your game "
He picked up his shirt from floor.
" You think I want -"
" I know what you are ! A social climber. A w***e in wife's clothing."
With this door slammed.....