Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 119

Chapter 119: Pay for taking my place Chapter 119: Pay for taking my place Orabela sat before the mirror, staring at her own reflection, her face a mixture of anguish and disbelief.

She had always cherished herself, believing she was a princess destined to have everything she desired.

But now, the truth had shattered that illusion.

Her parents, the very people who had once showered her with love and comfort, were preparing to abandon her.

The life she had known, with its warmth and security, was slipping away.

“The woman who raised me, the mother I loved, won’t even look at me now,” she whispered, her voice choked with tears filled her eyes.

“How did it come to this?

How can I be the daughter of my father’s mistress?

She destroyed everything,” Orabela murmured, her voice trembling, her hands beginning to shake.

A cold fear gripped her heart as her mind spiraled.

Would her life become like Layla’s?

Layla, who had endured a life of shame, constant humiliation and rejection since childhood?

It left her unable to think clearly, her once-bright future was now dark and uncertain.

A soft knock sounded at the door, and Orabela’s heart leaped as she rushed to answer it, a glimmer of hope sparking within her.

‘Maybe it’s Mother,’ she thought.

But as she pulled open the door, her shoulders slumped.

A servant stood there, a tray of food balanced carefully in her hands.

“Master instructed me to bring you something to eat,” the servant murmured, her gaze downcast.

Orabela shook her head, forcing down the lump in her throat.

“I have no appetite,” she replied, her voice hollow.

“Take it away.” She turned back into her room, closing the door gently.

Reaching the bed, she sat on the floor with her knees together, her head buried in her arms which were wrapped around her legs.

“Layla lied to everyone.

She snatched my mother from me,” Orabela murmured, letting the silent tears flow down her eyes.

~~~~~ Darius hadn’t anticipated finding himself across from Seraphina in a prison room, facing the woman he once trusted after everything she’d done.

Using his connections, he arranged a private meeting, hoping for answers that had evaded him for years.

He sat rigidly in the lone armchair, waiting for Seraphina.

Moments later, Seraphina appeared, led into the room with her hands bound in cuffs, her face drawn but her eyes brimming with the faint hope that Darius might save her from this hell.

But as she met his cold, unforgiving gaze, her hope dwindled.

Slowly, she sat across from him, her lips pressed into a tense silence, too afraid to speak.

Darius’s voice broke the silence, his words pointed and controlled.

“Did you switch the babies at birth?” he asked, each word carrying a weight that made Seraphina’s pulse quicken.

She clasped her hands tightly, feeling her heart hammer against her ribs as his question hung in the air.

“There’s no use lying to me,” he continued, his tone deceptively calm while fury simmered beneath the surface, barely contained.

“The truth has come to light, Sera.

I need to know why.

Why did you place Orabela in Layla’s cradle twenty-three years ago?

What drove you to do something so… monstrous?” Seraphina held his gaze, swallowing hard as her past sins closed in on her.

She could see the volcano of emotions beneath his calm exterior, and she knew it was only a matter of time before he erupted.

“You tried to kill Layla because she wasn’t your daughter!

Am I right?” Darius’s voice thundered, echoing off the walls and making Seraphina flinch.

His gaze bore into her, dark with a fury she hadn’t seen before.

“I told you I would provide for your child if we couldn’t-” He paused, fists clenched.

“But you chose this path instead.

You played me, Seraphina, and in doing so, you ruined countless lives.” Seraphina met his gaze, her face a mask of defiance as she prepared to reveal her truth.

“You should have married me, Darius,” she replied coldly.

“Yes, I switched the babies.

I couldn’t stand the thought of my daughter growing up as a nobody while your precious Miriam lived in luxury.

I wanted Orabela to have the life she deserved, the life you promised me me and my child would have.

And Miriam… she had to pay for taking my place.” Her tone grew sharper, fueled by years of buried resentment.

“She knew about us, yet she married you anyway.

So tell me, whose fault is it that I’ve lived as a ‘mere mistress’?

It’s Miriam’s.

I have no regrets about what I did.

You promised me comfort, but I was never more than a shadow in your household, a secret.

And do you know what gave me the most satisfaction?

Watching Miriam pour her hatred onto her own blood, onto Layla, because she saw her as mine.

That was the revenge she deserved.” Darius felt his heart tighten as he listened, torn between anger and sorrow as Seraphina continued, her voice laced with bitter satisfaction.

“Miriam could have loved Layla, but she didn’t.

She treated her like an outsider, blinded by her hatred for me.

And when the truth finally hit her, she was devastated, thinking I’d stolen her daughter.

But all this time, Layla was right there, under her nose.

You two treated her as nothing, and you expect me to feel remorse?

I made sure Miriam’s own biases punished her.

This was justice.” Seraphina’s lips twisted into a smirk, her laugh echoing with triumph.

“Look at you, Darius.

Helpless.

How will you live with this truth?

You’ll watch Layla grow distant from Miriam, maybe even from you.

That’s my final gift.

And yet, remember-this all began because you didn’t have the courage to marry me.

You chose to bend to that crooked old matriarch in your family.” She leaned back, relishing every word as though savoring her victory.

Seraphina then rose from her seat and turned around when Layla walked in.

Darius was confused how Layla came there and the next second, Layla slapped Seraphina with such a strength that she staggered back.