Chapter 61: Pretence Or Not?

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"Elleanor, are you crying?" Laila asked when she saw the tears that hovered in Nevaeh's eyes, but Nevaeh shook her head.

She wasn't crying. She didn't mean to cry. She has been crying a lot for no reason lately. She didn't want to cry! But she was too late, as a tear already rolled down her cheek.

Laila leaned closer to her and held her chin.

"Elle, are you okay?" She asked with immense concern while Nevaeh nodded. She immediately wiped her tears away. She couldn't tell her what troubled her mind or the emotion that seemed to be strangling her chest. She couldn't tell her or anyone she felt jealous of her sister.

Jealousy was a standard attribute of humans, but she shouldn't be feeling this way. She couldn't.

She had thought this was a case of Dale only being in love with Elle, but it went far beyond that. She suddenly felt like an outsider, an intruder, and it made her feel bad.

Her emotions made her feel like a horrible person.

"Elleanor." Laila worriedly called out when more tears fell out of Nevaeh's eyes. She leaned closer and cupped her cheek. "What is wrong?"

"E..everything." Nevaeh broke down in tears.

Laila didn't know what had happened to her or why she acted this way. She thought she wanted some answers. Did she make a mistake by telling her? She sighed as she moved closer to her and hugged her head.

Nevaeh wasn't the type to accept sympathy. She didn't like being weak in people's presence, but she couldn't help it. Here she was crying for the wrong reasons, even when she didn't want to.

"You should leave." She pulled away from Laila, who shot her a confused look.

"Elle."

"There's too much to process in one day. I want to be alone." She said.

Laila gazed at her with sadness in her eyes. She didn't know why she was crying, but from how she looked, the girl seemed to have something eating her inside. How she wished she could read her mind, then maybe she'd be able to help her. The girl was always going through so much in her lifetime. Fighting unseen battles no one could help her with.

She sighed as she continued to look at her.

"I'll call Dale." She said, making Nevaeh look at her in panic.

"You shouldn't. I.. Don't—" She stuttered. "Please don't." She earnestly pleaded, making Laila sigh defeatedly. She patted her head.

"Be fine, Elleanor." She said before disappearing out of sight, leaving Nevaeh startled. She looked at the spot she had just been standing, and she felt woozy. Could Dale do that too? Why was she thinking about him again?

"Nevaeh, please know when to stop, I beg." She scolded herself as more tears streamed down her face. She wanted to lie down. She suddenly felt sick, and her head felt like it might explode.

"Madam, should I get you something?" One of the maids suddenly approached her when she stepped out of the library. She flinched at the sudden intrusion.

Her eyes trailed the blonde girl from head to toe. Was she an angel too? Or human? Would Dale keep more Angels around him? She didn't know what to think. It seems the world she once knew and lived in had turned into something she was now clueless about. Anybody could be living under a disguise.

She shook her head and walked away.

Nevaeh laid in a fetal position on her bed, her eyes blankly staring at the bright light from the lamp post. A myriad of questions went through her mind, and she knew there was no escape for her.

How had she gotten here? What ill-luck did she have to have been placed under such circumstances? Nothing in her life and about her made sense. She has lost the principles that guided her life, all for what, filial piety?

All to save her family, she was leaving a lie. A spell had been cast on her for a memory she did not have but longed to have. Monsters were hunting her in her dream, which she now feared were real. She was losing her love for Francis and helplessly desiring her sister's husband.

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What precisely in her life made sense right now? Absolutely nothing!

She tossed the pillow to the floor and used her hand. She didn't want to soil it with her tears.

Memories of each moment she had spent with Dale came rushing through her head. The moments he had seduced her were so vivid and taunting. She groaned and muffled her tears as she bit her flesh to stop her from crying out. Her treacherous heart was throbbing hard, and it ached severely.

"Elleanor."

"Go away. I'm not thinking about him." She sobbed.

"But I'm here."

He was here? Her whole body stilled when she heard that. She wasn't sure she wanted to look at him. In short, she didn't want to.

She closed her eyes when she heard the soft sound of his shoes against the floor as he walked towards her.

"Don't come closer." She said. Her eyes still shut so as not to look at him. He paused for a brief moment, but she heard him move again. She opened her eyes and glared at him.

"Don't come closer." She drawled as she slowly stood to her feet. She squarely stared at him, and the confusion and concern in his eyes for her almost swayed her. How gullible has he made her?

Didn't he know she was a twin? Or didn't he know his so-called destined mate was a twin before he had married her? If he had abilities, why couldn't he tell he had been living with an imposter? Why did he make her go through all this emotional turmoil, resulting in her wanting to hate herself? He should have saved her all this pain and stress. Did he know and was only pretending not to?

"Do you know?" She suddenly asked, her tearful eyes suspiciously staring at him.

"Know what, love?" He asked with an innocent tone.

Was he playing her? Nevaeh wanted to scratch that face of his and sink her teeth in his flesh, completely tearing it off. If he didn't want to say it, then she would.

"That I'm not-" She paused. "That I-I'm not yo-" She couldn't bring herself to say it.

He took a step towards her, but she shook her head, telling him not to come closer.

"Elleanor, what are you doing?" He asked.

What was she doing? The question should be, why were they doing this to her? Did her emotions mean nothing to them? To her parents? To him?

She looked at him in a pained way.

He took another step towards her, but she took a retreating step.

"Stop." She heard him say, and like a spell had been cast on her, she felt her feet rooted to the ground. Her surprised eyes looked at him as he crossed the space between them.

"What did you-"

"Shh,", He hushed her and cupped her cheek and wiped her tears away with his thumb.

"Elleanor, I hate seeing you cry. It breaks me in a thousand ways you possibly can't imagine."

'Elleanor?' Her gaze was locked to his like she had been spellbound.

Did he really not know, or was he still keeping in her deceit?

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