Today is the burial of the wife of the heir to the Calderon empire. It was said that she died in a fatal car crash. All loved ones and well wishers present at the burial looked devastated as they stood at the cemetery, clad in branded black suits and bid their final farewell.
In front of the grave stood a tall and imposing man with outstanding facial features, dressed in an expensive tailored suit. His hair was meticulously styled without a single strand of hair out of place. His face was cold and unapproachable, making it hard for others to guess his emotions.
He was Davian Calderon. The successor of the century-old Calderon family who's wealth and power makes them stand out in society. They run one of the largest business conglomerate in the world.
Beside him stood an aggrieved little boy who couldn't stop crying. He was his only son with his now deceased wife. The little boy had become an orphan overnight and now he can only rely on his father.
Calderon Mansion.
A group of servants were working hard to gather the stuff of the now deceased lady. The photos on the walls were all removed, as well as her clothes and accessories. Anything that has ever been touched or used by the Mistress of the house were being disposed of.
"Take everything away and burn it. I don't want to see a single thing of that woman in this house."
A middle aged woman dressed in branded and elegant clothes ordered the maids. She looks angry and determined. She's the matriarch of the family, Donatella Calderon. Sitting beside her is an extremely gorgeous and glamorous young woman who was looking at everything happening with cynical smile. Instead of wearing black which would've been befitting for the occasion, she was wearing a flamboyant red dress which accentuated her curves.
She is the daughter of the Calderon family and Davian's twin sister Davina Calderon.
" I can't believe I allowed my son to marry that cursed bitch. How dare she do this to my family and bring shame to my Calderon family's reputation", Madam Donatella spoke angrily, hitting the floor incessantly with her walking cane.
She's the dignified daughter from a political family and had enjoyed the finest things that life has to offer. She married into the powerful Calderon family and managed to firmly established herself as the Mistress of the family with the birth of her twins. She almost lost her life giving birth to them which made her have trouble with her right leg and had to walk using help.
Her husband died early and when other family members schemed to drive her and her children out of power, she fought hard to get her son to be the family head of the Calderon clan.
In the struggle for power, she had formed a marriage alliance with the Iskandarani family after all the two families had been close partners for years. She has watched their daughter grew up together with her own children and her beloved son has already taken a fancy to her so having them married would be killing two bird with one stone. Who would've thought that little slut would do such an unforgivable thing.
Two black cars entered the gates of the Calderon mansion. Davian alighted from the car and walked inside holding his son's hand. Behind him is his mother-in-law, the matriarch of the Iskandarani family.
The classic and noble woman looks haggard and tired. Her eyes were swollen from crying, her hair had turned white and walks weakly with the support of her servant. Her only daughter had died which has completely shattered her.
They entered the house only to be confronted with the scene of the servants taking out her daughter's things.
" What is going on here?!", she roared.
Her eyes glared fiercely at the maids who shrank their necks in fear before her gaze landed on Madame Donatella. Unfazed, Madame Donatella snorted," What do you think could be going on here. I'm getting rid of the bad luck in my family. Look at the good thing that your precious daughter did".
"Donatella, don't go too far".Madam Victoria warned sharply." You have no reason to treat the memories of my daughter like this."
"Why can't I do it? Did that daughter of yours ever treated this place as her home?. If she dares to do that then I also dare to be this excessive. My Calderon family dare not accept such a woman", retorted Madame Donatella.
Seeing the two matriarchs continuously jab at each other, Davina was calmly sipping wine as she looks at the scene with mockery seemingly enjoying it very much.
"Please stop this mother." A deep and magnetic voice spoke.
Madame Donatella looked at her son's cold expression and sighed.
The young boy looked at his grandmothers fighting each other and although he couldn't understand much of what's going on but he knows that they're saying bad things about his mother. He let go of Davian's hand and run to snatch the picture of his mother from one of the maids.
Hugging it tightly to his chest like a treasure, he uttered," My mom is not a bad person". Madam Donatella sneered whilst Madame Victoria shed more tears.
The boy ran to hug her waist,"Don't cry grandma." Raising his head, he assured her,"I will never leave you grandma". Madame Victoria smile sadly as she gently stroke her grandson's head with a loving gaze.