Prologue

𐙚┃demise

An iron rod, rusted and heavy, smashes down onto the sleek hood of the car, creating a sharp, jagged dent that splinters the paint. The force of the blow sends a web of cracks through the windshield, each line splintering off like a spider's web. The rod swings again, crashing into a headlight and shattering it into a thousand glittering shards that scatter across the asphalt.

“I told you before too,” She said, hitting another strike, crushing the front fender, crumpling the metal as if it were foil. The rod is lifted high and brought down with a sickening thud on the roof, caving it inwards and causing the windows to shatter from the pressure.

She targeted the iron rod side panels, smashing it leaving deep gashes and dents, the once smooth surface now a ruin of twisted metal and torn paint. The side mirrors are obliterated with a single blow each, the glass falling in glittering rain.

“That-You-Better-Not!” As the rod is dragged across the trunk, it leaves a long, ugly scratch, exposing the raw metal beneath. The rear lights are smashed with precise, brutal efficiency, leaving only jagged remnants hanging loose.

Each impact resonates with a dull thud, the car's frame shuddering under the relentless assault. The tires are not spared; the rod is driven through the rubber, causing the air to hiss out as the tires collapse under the weight of the car.

By the end, the car is a mere shadow of its former self—every surface marred, every component broken or disfigured. The iron rod, now bearing flecks of paint and bits of glass, stands testament to the destruction wrought upon the once pristine vehicle.

She stood straight after doing whatever her heart wanted, throwing the rod for the last time before approaching the figure which stood unmoved with a neutral expression on his face.

“Lecture me on exactly- WHAT -TO-DO!!” She spit out each word with pressure as anxiety rushed into his veins, nerves and to every inch of his body. Seeing his new car which he brought while on a business trip from the West was now ruined by a very fucking iron rod.

His jaw clenched seeing her escorting the parking lot with hands on hands with her mere lover.

“Such a spoiled little princess,” A small chuckle left him but deep down he was plotting mischief. Ms.Wallace and his P.A stood there with their jaws dropped.

He went nearer to the car to see the demise she did for the very last time before he leaving the parking lot along with the jaw dropping figures.

Two days passed by, neither they saw each other's faces nor they shared a table for dinner. She roams around the royal balcony with her gaze downstairs to the carriages being readied early morning.

As Ms.Wallace sits on a stool holding a bowl full of fruits from which both of them Ms.Wallace is mother to her after her biological parents. Basically she knows her better than anyone else, better her mom.

“Why isn't he leaving? Everything is settled down.” She says putting a grape in her mouth. She flared her nose, trying to inhale the awkward smoke.

“Doesn't it smell like burning?” She roams around the empty space with her mind being dragged into the burning smoke. “Does something caught -

A group of maids ran towards her wing, with buckets into their hands as Ms.Wallace stood hearing a lot of noise from the second floor.

“I guess something from your wing caught fire,” Hearing that her expressions changed as she ran towards her room.

Standing very distant from her wing just to see flames devouring her room, from the walk-in closet which was a cherished sanctuary to her room which certainly has the best interior is now transformed into a scene of horror. Flames ravage the once orderly rows of clothes and shoes, creating a hellish inferno. Thick, acrid smoke billows out, carrying the stench of burning fabric and chemicals, making the air almost impossible to breathe.

The maids rushed in, armed with fire extinguishers and buckets full of water, desperately trying to calm the raging fire. Panic rises as the oppressive heat and smoke which makes the air feel increasingly scarce, forcing them to retreat before the suffocating environment overwhelms them completely.

She tried taking steps towards her room at the doorway, but gradually got back, struck by the intense heat radiating from the flames, their vision blurring from the smoke and induced tears.

“WHO THE FUCK DID THIS??!!” She yelled at the top of her lungs with her hands fisted by her hands. Her eyes watering thinking of the destruction of her lovely room.

“Didn't I tell you not to disobey your Master?” A sudden voice behind her ear startled her, tripping over her own heels as she turned around to see him. Her husband.

She looks into his eyes. He looks into her eyes. The more they look into each other's eyes the more the tension grows between them. He turned around with his briefcase in his hand fixing his brown tie with another, with his assistant waiting beside him.

Ms. Wallace bid a goodbye and wished him good luck for the long way business trip. And then at the lawn he met with someone he didn't eventually want to meet before going somewhere so far. Her lover.

The man who despises him the most. The man he despises the most. Ignoring him as he settled into the carriage, glancing over the manor for the very last time, as he'll be away for a month.

From the very distance also she could feel the smirk on his face and the mischief gaze on his eyes. The carriage begins to move to the destined place as she stood between the ravaged devastation and the inferno who just left.

𐙚┃Prologue End

Author's Tip   ;

So this story revolves around a love triangle troupe where the FMC & MMC is married for business beneficiary and the FMC is not bad she just don't like her hubby then picked up a random guy from the high-class royal club which you'll know ahead in the story further .

And so I'm representing all the aesthetics, I'll be representing each details of the manor furthermore into the novel even if I couldn't fit them into this page. Thank you :)

So many things I haven't been able to represent yet so stay tuned for the next chapter, Bye bye (⁠◔⁠‿⁠◔⁠)