''Your sister was killed.''
That's the first I heard when Cecile entered my office. Earlier, she was wearing a light beige suit skirt. Now, she's wearing a black dress.
I've never been a fan of stupid jokes.
I scoffed.
Charlie? Killed? As if.
Crossing my legs, I replied, ''Cecile, I'd be glad if that's true,''
When she stopped in front of me, she put the phone on the table. I frowned. Did she call again? Why she can't understand me? Why can't she understand that I don't want to talk to her?! Why can't she remember all the things I said to her?! Why can't she understand that?!
''If Charlie ordered you to say that, tell her I've had enough. Is she want to talk to me, tell her to come here.'' I have a sister living in the Philippines, while I, the unfavorite one was sent here in Canada years ago to hide me from the world.
From the eye of the people. From the eye of the enemies.
''Layla, I said---''
''Cecile, I know that you're just joking. Stop it.'' Although I hate her, there's no way she will die. There's no way she would die. Charlie is the Heir, our heir, the one who will succeed my Father as the Head.
''Lucienne.''
Cecile didn't manage to answer back because of Mom's voice. My eyes widened.
''What?!'' I mouthed and pointed out the phone. Why she didn't tell me that Mom was the one in the line?! I'm sure Mom heard everything!
''Charlotte was killed.''
Unlike Cecile, Mom is a different person. Cecile could make a joke. Mom couldn't.
When I heard for the second time that Charlie died, I couldn't think of anything. I didn't know how to react. I couldn't speak.
After Mom gave birth to us, she eventually sent me here in Canada a day after Charlie and I was born.
Charlie and I are twins.
Although we're twins, we didn't grow up together. I grew up here, in an isolated place together with Cecile. Charlie grew up in Philippines.
Mom and Dad raised Charlie.
Cecile and the maids are the ones who raised me.
I hate her.
Every inch of her.
Every piece of her.
She took everything away from me.
My home. Mom. Dad. Everything.
Staying in Canada for nineteen years, I realized that I am so pathetic. A child who craved for her parents' attention.
After Mom told us about the news, We had an emergency flight to the Philippines. They achieved to kill Charlie... who is the current heir of Mafia De Luca, the news about her passing, everyone would attempt to erase the current Heads because of the death of the Heir.
Mom ordered Cecile to take me back. To the Philippines.
After the Heir... the Heads.
I am still here, alive, as Charlie's twin sister. I am still an Heir in the eyes of the Mafia De Luca. In Mom and Dad's eyes.
And no one knew about of my dear existence.
Ah, so pathetic.
Fuck them.
Hundreds of Soldiers surround the whole Mansion as Cecile and I stood on the driveway of the Mansion. Silence swallowed us while the other soldiers were staring at me.
Yes, I hate her.
I fucking hate her to the point I would pray to all the devils to kill her instantly!
''Where is Charlotte?'' Cecile asked Cole who was standing next to me. He was Charlotte's former soldier. All the soldiers who served Charlotte perished in a firing execution under Mom's orders because they failed to protect her.
But this motherfucker Cole, Mom spared him to serve me.
''Inside,'' Cole answered.
''Who?'' I asked without facing him.
On my peripheral view, he looked at me. ''Can you repeat the question, Ma'am?''
''Who killed Charlie?''
She didn't deserve to die in that way.
I promised her that I'd be the one who will kill her.
''In the future, I'd take away the Mafia and kill you.''
Charlie stared at me for a second. After realizing my words, she just sweetly smiled at me. ''Ah, as expected of my other half.''
''Don't take it as a joke. I have my words, Charlie.''
''You promised that to me, Layla.''
I don't know how my body cooperated with me while we are walking. I spent my days in Canada with Cecile and the others. Charlie usually visits me from time to time. Mom and Dad will only visit me once a year.
I craved for their attention.
''Lucienne,'' Mom uttered. Dad: Ceres De Luca, the Head of the Mafia De Luca just stared at me.
I want to hug them. I want to tell how much I missed them. How much I love them.
Hence, I never said anything to them because of Charlie.
Because of Charlie's lifeless body lying on the opened-coffin.
Ah, Charlie... You have finally reached a dead end, huh?
''Who is responsible for this?'' I asked again for the ninth time.
Cecile who is currently speaking with Dad stopped midway. Mom's expression changed into a serious one. Dad's eyes rage with hatred.
I'd protect Mom and Dad.
I'd be the next Head.
I'd kill anyone who dares touch me.
''Mafia Moretti. They're the one who is responsible of your sister's death.''
I would show that Charlie was still alive by using her identity. I'd live as Charlotte Noelle De Luca.