Georgina’s POV
I look at the sky and breathe the cold wind. Someone had pushed my car from behind and wanted me to die on a cliff. Well… they succeed. I know who did this to me. I want a second chance and let her know what I’m capable of. I will make her suffer!
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“You stupid piece of shit!” she yelled. Cold water wakes me up from sleeping. I cough and open my eyes. Who the hell did that?! I rose from the bed and look around.
“What the fuck!” I roared. Her eyes glared at me. It was the same eyes that executes me as she waits for my failure.
“It’s already morning! What do you think you're doing, huh? A slave like you should serve their masters, whether they’re sick or dying. How dare you curse me, huh?!” she roared.
I look around and notice their clothes. What is happening here? I ran out of bed and look at myself in the mirror. What the hell! I feel like I entered into a fantasy game!
“What year is this?” I ask. But her slap makes my ears ring because of the pain. What is wrong with her? I was about to slap her, but a middle-aged woman grabbed my wrist.
“Who the hell are you?!” I ask. I was taken aback when I saw how her eyes turn yellow. What in the world!
“You better shut your mouth. You’re nothing but a hybrid and a slave. You only passed out yet you’re acting almighty?! Maybe you have to be disciplined again,” she roared.
What is happening here? These clothes… I remember the European historical era wore these kinds of clothes. Wait.. me? A slave?! I am Celestine Wintle! There’s no way that I’m a slave. They are only joking, especially that woman!
“Who the hell are you referring to be a slave?! I am not and never be!” I roared. She dashes towards me in a flash.
“Shut up,” she whispered in my ears. She grab my face in smashed me on the ground like a piece of cake.
The pain struck my skull. The scent of my own blood and the mere fact that… my cut in my head closes. The only thing left was the blood in my hair. That woman who seems to be a noble one, she lift my chin and smirk.
“Someone like you… they should know where to sit,” she whispered. A silver knife glides down her hand. She cut the skin above my wrist. I roared in pain. It’s burning me!
“In this kingdom of wolf… you should portray a good character. Remember that I’m the viscount Maximus’ only daughter. Having a stupid maid is not my cup of tea.”
She stood up and looked at me with nasty eyes. She is serious about what she says. As soon as the door closes, I watch my wound heal slowly. What is going on?
‘What in the world happened after my car and I fall down the water? This is not happening. Don’t tell me I’m in a parallel world?!’
I learned or forced myself to live alongside these scary wolves for the next few days. I don’t want to be involved with them but I’m weak and stupid. My face was the same as it is. Therefore, I’m in a parallel world with my other version. I got the answers to my questions. In this world, four kids were living together. It looks like this world is much worst than mine. I’m a hybrid. A combination of a vampire and a wolf.
I have been trying to retrieve my memories here, some of which were useful. But something is stopping me from remembering about my parents as if I cast a spell against my memories. That is possible anyway. But who am I? a whip made of silver hits my back. I groan. This woman loves to torture people for no reason. Bullshit!
I heard a broken vase that she had thrown on the floor. I stayed outside of the viscount’s office. He summoned her daughter.
“No!” Lady Vivian shouted.
“I will never marry that commoner, father! There’s no way that I will let him marry me. I’m beautiful and sought by royal blood all over the kingdom, father. Him?! That’s bullshit!” she roared. I heard his father punch the table.