????HIS BALLERINA????
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
???? Chapter Fifty-Five ????
~Trust…kills~
“Tell me babe, what do you want?”
“Everything.” She answered, folding her arms over her chest in anger.
“Everything?” He questioned, pulling her close into his arms.
“Everything my sister own. I want it.” She said.
“Then let’s get it, what do you say babe?”
She pulled away from his arms, staring up at him in confusion. “What do you mean? No, I mean, how?”
“Every royalty needs a heir to continue with their legacy, don’t you think?” He smirked, pulling her back into his arms.
She furrowed her brows a little, still confused. “What are you trying to say, babe?”
He dropped a light ki-ss over her head and smiled. “I’m saying we should take out the heir, babe.”
She stayed quiet for a while, trying to process what he had just said…slowly everything became more clearer to her.
“Do you think it’s going to work out?” She asked a bit worried.
“That shouldn’t be the question here. The question here should be, are you sure you are willing to do this, Claire?”
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“Aunt Claire!” Ballerina yelled in excitement, jumping into the arms of her aunt.
Claire swirled little Ballerina in her arms, laughing along with the little child.
After a while of giggling and playing, she finally dropped the little girl on her own feet.
“You guys are really making me jealous.” Tasha, Claire’s sister and the queen of the city said, coming towards them.
“You don’t have to be jealous, little sis.” Claire said, pulling Tasha into her arms for a.warm hug. “So tell me, how is everything?”
Tasha shrugged. “Great?”
Claire raised a questioning brow at her sister. “Are you sure everything is great?”
Tasha hesitate for a while before quietly shaking her head ‘no’ lowering her gaze to her beautiful daughter.
“Um sweetie,” Claire looks down at Ballerina. “Do you mind leaving mommy and I alone for a bit?”
“Hmm.” Ballerina nodded her head, smiling. “But promise to play with me after you are done with mommy.” The little child stick out her Pinky finger towards her aunt.
Claire laughed softly, going to the level of the child. “Promise.” She took out her own Pinky finger and wrapped it around the little child’s own. “Should we seal it?”
“Of course.” They bring their thumb finger together, sealing the promise they’ve just made.
“Wow. Most people will think she’s your daughter and not mine. Gosh, I feel so betrayed by my own daughter and sister.” Tasha said, jokingly.
“I love you, mommy!” Ballerina said at the top of her voice before running away, leaving the two adult to have their discussion.
“She is so beautiful.” Claire said, coming back up to her normal height. “She reminds me so much of you when we were kids.”
“Oh, please. She looks more like you.” Tasha smiled.
They were both heading out of the palace to the garden at the back of the building.
“I’m quite jealous of you, little sis.” Claire said after a moment of silence.
“Jealous? What’s there to be jealous about, big sis? Honestly, I’m the one who is jealous of you…you are just too sweet, nice, even my own child prefers you to me.”
“What are you saying.” Claire chuckles. “Ballerina loves you. But hey, I’m her number aunt, remember? No one can compete with me on that.”
“Yeah, right.”
“But… there’s nothing there to be jealous of me about. I’m just…too normal.” She sighed.
“Now that’s what I’m jealous about.” Tasha said as they both sat down on the bench.
“Are you going to tell me what happen now?” Claire asked.
Tasha stayed quiet for a while before saying. “We had a fight.”
Claire gasped. “Why? What happened?”
“I don’t even know!” Tasha stated. “But it has something to do with his mother.”
“Don’t tell me she’s still trying to destroy you both.” Tasha shrugged. “Like seriously? I thought you said she love Ballerina so much.”
“Yeah. She loves her granddaughter and not me.” Tasha reached out to Claire’s hand. “Am I a bad person?”
Claire quickly shook her head no, hiding her sister’s hands tightly. “You are not a bad person, Tash. You are beautiful, kind, courageous, smart… Ballerina is lucky to have a mother as flawless as you. It’s her problem if she hates you but one thing I know is that she can’t put enmity between you and the king, your husband.”
“I think she’s already putting enmity between us, sis. The king and I just had a fight.”
“Then put an end to it. Don’t let that old hag win over you both, okay? You’ve both come too far to end things between you both. And besides, think about Ballerina.” She smiled. “And most importantly, it is natural for a man and his wife to fight…that what’s make the marriage stronger.”
Tasha smiled, engulfing Claire into a hug. “Thank you so much. I really appreciate your effort, big sis. You don’t know how much my daughter and husband mean to me…you don’t know how much I love my family and I’m willing to do anything for them.”
“I know, sweetie. I know.”
Tasha pulled away from the embrace and stared directly into her sister’s eyes, still smiling. “I’m glad Ballerina have you as her aunt. Even if I die today, I won’t be worried because I know you will always be with her and protect her.”
Claire smiled. “Of course.”
*Every royalty needs a heir to continue their legacy, don’t you think?*
*What are you trying to say?*
*I’m saying we should take out the heir, babe.*
Does she still want to go on with the plan?
Does she really want to put her own sister throu-ghthe pain and heartache of losing her child?
She doesn’t want Ballerina to die but is she willing to drop everything and stop?
Is she willing to forget her dreams in ruling as a queen just like her sister?
What will he think of her if he get to know that she’s planning on dropping the plan?
Will he still want to be with her?
She doesn’t want to lose him… it’s pretty ha-rd to look for someone like him. It’s pretty ha-rd to see someone who is willing and ready to marry you.
And besides, the throne was meant to be his and not Tasha’s husband. The throne deserve to be for Marco. He’s the first son so why wasn’t he given the throne…?
That was her thought… Claire’s thought.
To her, she’s doing the right thing. She’s fighting for what really belong to her boyfriend.
But little does she know…
Her phone beeped, signifying a new text. She brou-ght out her phone and stared down at the text, going throu-ghit.
MARCO: How is the plan going, love? You’ve poisoned her food, right?:-[
Claire let out a de-ep breath, putting her phone back into her pocket.
“Is everything okay, sis?” Tasha asked, worriedly.
“Um…yeah…I…yes, I’m okay.” Claire replied, faking a smile. “We should go, right? You know I need to fulfil my wish.”
“Are you choosing her over me, big sister?” Tasha joked.
Claire laugh, getting up to her feet. “What can I say? Someone has taken your spot in my heart.”
“Ouch! That burns.”
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“You didn’t do it? Are you kidding me right now?” Marco asked in annoyance.
“Calm down, Marco.” Claire said, letting out a de-ep breath. “I tried, okay? I tried to take out the plan but… it’s my niece we are talking about here.”
“She’s also my niece, Claire!” He snapped out, making Claire flinch a little. “I’m…” He clears his throat, taking a step closer to her. “I’m sorry for yelling at you like that.” He apologized. “It’s just…that throne is rightfully mine, babe. It was taken away from me. I was denied of my inheritance! Do you know how painful that is?”
Claire went closer to him and pulled him into her arms. “I’m sorry.”
“You said you wanted the life of your sister but how can I do that for you and my daughter if I don’t become king?”
“I’m sorry babe.” She apologized. “I will do everything within my power to make that throne yours again, okay?”
“Are you sure, Claire? Can you still do this? I mean, you are too nice, Claire…do you want me to kill her myself?”
Claire quickly shook her head. “No. I will do that myself. I…just give me some time.”
Marco stared at her for a while before shrugging his shoulder. “Alright then. But just know this, time is not on our side, My daughter can’t remain a maid for their child forever.”
Claire smiled, ki-ssing him on his li-ps. “But come to think of it, they are taking very good care of her.”
“There is a different between being a princess and being a maid for the princess, Claire.”
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“Aunt is going to take care of you, okay?” Tasha said to her child, wearing a black bonnet on her head.
“I know, mommy.” Ballerina said, smiling.
“Good. And make sure you be a good girl, okay? Do not stress aunt.”
“I promise.”
“Stop promising…just be good.”
“Is my little niece ready?” Claire asked cheerfully, walking into the bedroom of Ballerina.
“Yes, she is.” Tasha replied, smiling.
“Come here Hun, let’s leave or we will be late.”
“Okay aunt Claire.”
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#Present
????PAULO????
“Ace?” Paulo questioned, holding the phone close to his ear.
“What’s going on?” Ace asked, his voice were so dry and husky.
“Where are you?”
“Is that meant to be your problem?” Ace asked, rudely.
“Just shut up and answer me…where are you?”
“Home…um, the graveyard. Why?”
“You need to go over to Ballerina’s.” Paulo said, hopping into his car.
“Why?”
“The accomplice isn’t Eva…we saw the wrong photo, Ace.”
“Then who is?”
“Heather.”
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#Past
“Be careful, darling or you will fall.” Claire warned.
“I won’t fall aunt!” Ballerina stated, running off to a kid at the corner of a rollercoaster.
Claire sighed taking out her phone from her pocket and going into the app of messages and typed a quick text to Marco.
CLAIRE: We are here. Where are you?:-[
She looked around trying to spot him out but he was nowhere to be seen.
She stared back at Ballerina but didn’t find her anywhere around again…even the kid she had gone to meet wasn’t there as well.
“Ballerina?” Claire called out, walking towards the spot where she had last seen her niece.
She kept looking around but mistakenly bumped into someone…Marco.
“fu-ck, you scared me.” Claire said, calming her nerves down. “You didn’t tell me you were around.”
“I’ve been waiting for you both to come, babe.” He said. “Where is she?”
“I can’t find her again, Marco.”
“What do you mean by you can’t find her? Didn’t you bring her here with you? Wait, are you playing tricks with me?”
“I’m not. I saw her wander off to some kid but as soon as I texted you and looked back up…she was gone.”
“Dammit!” Marco cursed out loud. “We need to find her. We can’t lose her. We…”
“Don’t you think this is a good idea?” Claire questioned.
“What do you mean?”
“Instead of killing her like we’ve planned…how about we abandon her.”
“Will that be a good idea?” He asked.
“Of course. Look around we can’t find her anywhere… It’s not like I intentionally left her, she wandered off on her own will.”
Marco thought for a while before grinning and bringing Claire into his arms. “You are one smart bit-ch .”
“Hey, do not call your girlfriend a bit-ch .” They both started laughing.
“I’m sorry ma’am.”
“So since we are here, how about we have a date?” She raised a questioning brow at him.
“Um…not a bad idea but how about your sister?”
“What about her?”
“You were the last person with her daughter, remember?”
“fu-ck! I didn’t even think of that. We need to find her now.”
“And?” He pressed on.
“We are not killing her, Marco and neither are we abandoning her.” She said.
“So wait, you are going to let all of our ha-rd work go to waste?”
“You just reminded me of that simple fact, Marco. Don’t tell me you still expect me to go on with the plan even when we know fully well that it will still backfire back at me.”
“We…okay, fine.” He said, throwing his hands up in the air as if in surrender. “Let’s find her then.”
Claire quickly run away in search of her niece while Marco quietly brou-ght out a gun from his pocket and stared down at it with a smirk on his face.
#Present
????NARRATOR????
“Hi.” Eva greeted walking towards Kat and Liam. “Are you the ones looking for me?”
“Oh, yeah.” Kat answered, getting off the car alongside Liam.
They had asked a guard to help them call Eva out from the palace. The guard had refused at first but immediately they showed him their IDs, he had no other option than to do as they’d say.
“What can I do for you, please?” Eva asked calmly.
“You didn’t ask who we were.” Kat pointed out.
Eva smiled. “I know. The guard told me.” She replied.
“Oh. The guard.” Liam said in a whisper. “Anyway, I think we should go straight to the point instead of beating around the bush, right?”
“Okay?”
Kat took out the silver necklace and showed it to Eva. “Is this yours?”
Eva stared at it for a while before nodding her head. “Yeah.”
“You don’t look surprise to see us with it. Why?”
“Well…maybe because I know the detectives are with it.” She said with a shrug.
“Oh…wait minute, he told you.” That wasn’t a question but an affirmation.
“Lucky will tell me everything, detectives. I’m his girlfriend, remember?”
“What did he tell you?” Kat asked.
“I would have explained everything but no, I will cut the long story short…you guys suspect me of being a spy for the murderers, simply because you found my necklace in the crime scene.”
“And are you?” Liam asked.
Eva let out a de-ep breath, folding her arms over her chest. “Let’s a-ssume I’m really the spy and the one who killed Milady and hit the princess’s head…do you think you would have found my necklace? What stupid killer will make a deadly mistake like that?” Neither of them said a word. They were completely speechless. “Yes, that’s my necklace which lose the next day my boyfriend got it for me.”
“You lost it?”
“Yeah. Listen, I don’t know where you guys found that necklace but whoever left it in that crime scene stole it from me.”
“When you lost the necklace, what did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“I thought it was my mistake. I thought I was the careless one who misplaced it, okay? I can’t just go over to meet the maids and start questioning them about my missing necklace or can I?”
“Not exactly. But now that you know someone did took it, who do you think it is?”
“Heather.”
“Why do you think it’s her?” Liam asked quietly.
“Who wouldn’t want to implicate a boyfriend snatcher?” That was a rhetorical question. “I stole her boyfriend…that destroyed our friendship. She hated me. I apologized to her but she turned a deaf ears to my pleading so I decided to drop it. And suddenly, a month ago after the death of milady…she came to make peace with me. I found it strange at first but now I know why.”
“Wait, you both were friends?” Kat asked.
“Yeah. Or didn’t she tell you that?”
Liam knitted his brows at Eva. “You knew we interrogated Heather?”
Eva sighed, bringing her hands down to her side. “I knew when Lucky disclose that piece of information, you were either going to come to me…or go to her.”
Kat gasped suddenly. “You were the one who told Lucky to tell us, weren’t you?”
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#Past
“Ballerina!” Claire kept calling, searching everywhere from her niece.
Suddenly, a gunshot was heard, everyone started running, carrying their children and leaving the amusement park.
Claire’s heart skipped at the sound, her mind quickly went to her niece.
*Ballerina is lucky to have an aunt like you. I know you will always be with her and protect her.* Her sister’s words played over and over in her head.
How could she have been so greedy and careless?
How could she have been this mean and heartless?
What did that little child do to deserve this heart from her?
If there’s anyone to face concerning the throne then it should be the king and not her niece…or sister.
“BALLERINA!” She yelled at the top of her voice, already crying.
The whole park was scattered, everyone were running out but Claire was rather running further in.
She arrived at a secluded area and found her niece, lying on the ground, unconsciously alongside the kid she had gone to meet earlier when she went missing.
Claire mouth was hanging open at the sight present in front of her. She looks ahead and found two women who look so much alike, staring at the unconscious kids with their eyes wide open.
She looks further more and saw a girl holding a gun over a man’s head.
“What have you done!?” One of the woman yelled, running towards a lifeless man, crying.
“I…I didn’t do anything.” The other one said, staring down at the man as well.
Claire looks back at her niece and the kid and saw a girl stepping away from them.
“Why did you hit their heads!?” The other woman who was holding a gun and who looks so much like the woman crying over the dead man asked the girl.
“They will implicate us.” The girl said.
“We didn’t kill Stephen! I… I didn’t shoot.” She said.
Claire gaze slowly diverted to a black drum behind them and that’s when she saw…him.
He was staring right back at her, bringing a gun down to his side.
Marco…he killed the man.
#Present
????NARRATOR????
A car drove towards Kat, Liam and Eva and parked in front of the gate.
The three of them were just staring at the black benz, waiting to see the driver.
The engine went off, minutes later, Ace got down from the car.
He reeked of alcohol…it was so strong.
“Ace, what are you doing here?” Kat asked.
“I should be the one asking you that.” He said.
“We are here for business.” Liam replied.
“Whatever.” Ace diverted his gaze to Eva. “Where is Belle?”
“You mean the Princess?” He nodded his head ‘yes’ “She’s inside. Is everything okay?”
“I guess? Anyway, go on with the discussion. I will find my way in.” With that, Ace walked away and went over to the guard standing in front of the gate…he told the guard something which made him stepped aside for him to enter.
Ace walked in and was going towards the double glas-sdoor when something caught hold of his hand, stopping him from going inside.
He turned around to find a maid staring at him, smiling.
“Excuse me? Who are you? And what do you want?” He asked.
“I’m Chloe, a maid for the princess. I’m sure you are looking for the princess, right?”
“So?”
“Follow me, I will take you to her.” She offered with a smile across her face.
*****
????BALLERINA????
“You’ve regained your memories?” A voice asked from behind, disrupting Ballerina.
Ballerina turned around to find Heather staring at her with open eyes.
“What is it, Heather?” Ballerina asked.
“Answer me. Have you regained your memories?” Heather repeated the question again, walking closer to Ballerina.
“Is anything the matter? I mean, what’s your business with my memory?” Ballerina asked, stepping back away from Heather.
“Everything is my business with it! You shouldn’t remember anything. That wasn’t part of the plan!” Heather said angrily, making Ballerina flinched in fear and surprise.
what’s going on here?
Why does Heather sound so different and strange?
Why does it feel like it’s a monster that’s facing her right now?
Why does her best friend sound like a monster?
“Heather… what’s wrong with you?” Ballerina asked, still going backwards. “Why are you sounding this way? You are scaring me.”
“Scaring you?” She scoffed. “Does it look like I’m scaring you?” Heather smirked, taking out a knife from her pocket. “Then what are you going to say about this?”
Ballerina gasped in shock. “What are you doing, Heather? I…wait, you were the one?”
“Took you sometime to figure me out, princess.” She was still going closer to Ballerina, holding out the knife. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for a day like this to come? A day when I finally take off my covers and take back what’s rightfully mine!”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about everything!
Everything your father snatched away from my father. I’m talking about the throne.”
“My father didn’t take anything from your father, Heather. Besides I don’t even know who your father is!” Ballerina said, hitting her back against the huge family photo.
There was no escape for her anymore.
There was no way out.
“MARCO!” Heather yelled angrily. “Marco is my father, you bit-ch .”
“You mean, Aunt Claire’s boyfriend?” Ballerina asked in surprise.
“Now you remember. Tell me, what do you remember?”
“That’s none of your business! Stay away from me!” Ballerina replied, looking around to see if she could spot out any weapon but she was defenseless. “But why? Why did you have to kill my aunt? Why did you have to do that!?”
“She was getting in the way of our plan. So dad asked me to take her out. Although it was very difficult for me to convince him to take her out but finally, he listened to me.” She smiled.
“YOU bit-ch ! I TRUSTED YOU! YOU WERE MY FRIEND!” Ballerina said in anger.
“Friend?” Heather scoffed. “I was your maid, Ballerina. Your fu-cking maid. Do you know how much I hate you?”
“How can you do this to me? How can you be this mean? What did Aunt Claire ever did to you? Why did you have to kill her?”
“You are only speaking for Aunt Claire but you aren’t talking about yourself, princess.”
“What do you mean?”
Heather tilted her head to the side, smirking. “Who do you think shot you in the eyes, princess?”
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#To Be Continued….
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No one is to be trusted. The world is wicked. Life can’t be treated with ignorance.
Who will suspect that the kind-hearted Heather is someone behind a mask?
I don’t even know what else to say?
Who is still confuse? Because I’m still confuse, I mean, Marco doesn’t know Stephen or his family or anything about the twins so why then did he shoot Stephen?