As the funeral came to a close, friends and family gathered around Ivelle and Irene, offering condolences and support. The atmosphere was somber, but the warmth of their loved ones provided some comfort.
Just then, Ivelle's phone buzzed with a message that made her heart skip a beat: Irene had been accepted into a prestigious school! She couldn't wait to share the news with her sister
But before she could even react, another message arrived from the mysterious man who had been contacting her. He reminded her of his promise to move her to the mansion before the end of the week and informed her that he would come to pick her up at noon the next day, Friday.
Ivelle turned to Irene and said, "Pack a few things, dear. Someone will come to pick you up and take you to college. Don't worry about a thing; everything will be taken care of."
Irene nodded, looking a mix of excited and nervous. Ivelle hugged her tight, trying to reassure her that this new chapter would bring bright opportunities.
As they prepared for their separate journeys, Ivelle couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead for them.
The next day after breakfast, Ivelle settled into the living room to watch movies, hoping to take her mind off things. But as she sat there, she couldn't shake off the thoughts racing through her mind. She kept thinking about the mysterious man, the mansion, and the unknown future ahead.
Despite her efforts to focus on the movie, her mind wandered back to the events of the past few days. She thought about the funeral, the messages from the man, and the impending move to the mansion.
As the movie played on, Ivelle's thoughts consumed her. She couldn't concentrate on the plot or the characters. Her mind was a jumble of emotions, questions, and doubts.
Just as she was getting lost in her thoughts, the doorbell rang. It was the man, punctual as always. "Miss, we're ready for you to leave," he said, his expression serious.
Ivelle got up, her heart racing, and went to fetch her bags from upstairs. She turned to Irene and said, "Relax, everything will be fine. I'll be back soon." She hugged her sister tight, trying to reassure her.
With that, Ivelle descended the stairs, her bags in hand, and slid into the sleek black car waiting outside. The man closed the door behind her, and they drove off into the unknown.
As they sped away from her familiar neighborhood, Ivelle felt a mix of emotions: excitement, fear, and determination. She was ready to face whatever lay ahead, knowing that she and her sister would get through it together.
,!
Ivelle still couldn't believe that she found herself sitting in the plush interior of the black car once again. The mysterious man was driving her to the mansion, just as he had promised.
As they drove, Ivelle's mind raced with questions. What would the mansion be like? Who was the man's boss, and what did he want with her?
The car turned onto a winding road, lined with tall trees and manicured hedges. Ivelle caught glimpses of a sprawling estate, its walls gleaming in the morning sun.
The car pulled up to the mansion's grand entrance, and the man opened the door for Ivelle. She stepped out, her eyes wide with wonder.
"Welcome to your new home, Miss Ivelle," the man said, his expression serious.
Ivelle's heart skipped a beat as she gazed up at the mansion's imposing facade. She felt a sense of trepidation, but also a thrill of excitement.