The rain poured down on the slick city streets, reflecting the neon lights in a distorted dance. There was a young woman who looks like she is 25 to 26 years old as she blinked few times at this moment she is staring at the grave of her parents she held an umbrella over her head as her beautiful red crimson hair flowed down as tears streamed down a group of monsters rushed toward and her dark green flashes with coldness and suddenly they turned into ashes she clenched her fists. She can't believe it she took the blame for that family but in return they killed her parents she was so angry her eyes darken even more.
She turned around and started walking straight toward where an art collaboration is happening. When she got there she was quiet and she did not shutter a word she saw Josephine the true daughter of the Blackwater family she smiled so brightly as she cleared her throat and spoke as if she was the most innocent person in the world.
Josephine opened her mouth and spoke.
"Thank you for coming to my art collection, and also my clothing designs," Josephine said. No one notice Guinevere at all as she narrows her eyes those paintings and clothing's designs are hers but she did not show up she wanted to hear more of their lies.
Guinevere stood silently, her piercing gaze fixed on Josephine as she spoke. The art collection and clothing designs were undeniably hers, the product of countless hours of dedication and passion. Yet here was Josephine, claiming them as her own, basking in the admiration of the crowd.
A bitter taste filled Guinevere's mouth as she clenched her fists tighter, nails digging into her palms. She wanted to scream, to expose Josephine's deception right then and there. But she held back, knowing that a more calculated approach would serve her better in the long run.
As Josephine continued to pontificate about her "creations," Guinevere's mind raced with possibilities. She would take back what was rightfully hers, one way or another. And Josephine would pay for her theft and the betrayal of their supposed friendship.
"WOW Lady Josephine is so beautiful such a talented artist and designer!" Someone said.
"I know you weren't here back then but Lady Josephine was a lost heiress."
"Really then who…"
"Oh her? Guinevere Hewsworth she is someone who linked to the Blackwater Family fortune, not only that she did a hit and run for her own father, coursed the death of her five brothers she is ruthless and cruel leaving people there to die in tue zombies she isn't even a martial enforcer user!" Someone said. Than someone chimed in about the rumor.
Guinevere's eyes flashed with anger at the cruel rumors being spread about her. The lies stung, but she refused to let them show on her face. Instead, she maintained a calm, almost indifferent expression as she listened to the malicious gossip.
Josephine, meanwhile, basked in the admiration and praise, her smile growing wider with each passing moment. She glanced over at Guinevere, catching her eye for a brief second before turning back to her admirers. There was a smug satisfaction in her gaze, as if she knew exactly what Guinevere was thinking and reveling in her supposed victory.
As the crowd continued to fawn over Josephine's "talents," Guinevere felt a hand on her shoulder. Hehe she recalls in Heaven Phoenix Prison she was forced to do painting and designs and the time she refused but then she was told her mother was hospitalized and her twin brother was paralyzed for that she did it to make sure that the two remaining family members to be safe but who knew while she was working hard, she did not just work hard she was painted, designed, clothes, technology, entrepreneur, and other stuff she did and the Blackwater family used her things as theirs for their own good she clenched her jaw as she frowned truly these four people are truly are a family. But while she was working hard her remaining family were dead. When she got out she found that her older brother died in a plane crush and that was all because of Josephine, her brother who was a lawyer was targeted by a group of thugs beaten to death, her medical brother was sent to jail were he was killed, her movie star brother was found dead in his house saying it over dose. They all died and they all had to do with the Blackwater family the hatred she had for them was so strong.
"Hehe Josephine, Mrs and Mr. Blackwater and the oldest young master I did not know that your family became so powerful," Guinevere said as she stepped forward and took off her hat she was pale. As she took a step forward Josephine face paled.
"Sister please calm down we have been so…"
"Worried about me? Do you understand this clothing design? Its true name is Rose Nightingale," Guinevere said.
Josephine's face paled as Guinevere spoke, her eyes widening in shock and fear. The smug satisfaction from moments before evaporated, replaced by a growing panic. She glanced nervously at her parents and brother, who were now staring at Guinevere with a mix of confusion and concern.
"Hehe, sister, please calm down," Josephine stammered, trying to maintain her composure.
"We were just worried about you. You've been gone for so long, and we didn't know where you were."
Guinevere's lips curled into a cold, mirthless smile.
"Oh, I'm sure you were worried. Worried that I might expose your little secret, that you've been passing off my designs as your own."
She took another step forward, her eyes flashing with anger and pain.
"Rose Nightingale is just the beginning. Every piece in this collection, every design you've claimed as yours they're all mine. I created them while I was locked away in that prison, while you and your family were reaping the benefits of my hard work."
The crowd murmured nervously, sensing the tension in the air.
"What is that true?"
"I am sorry my sister is mentally ill and she has suffered so much not only is talentless she has no superpowers but she is just…thinks my hard work is hers," Josephine said as she cried and tried to touch Guinevere whose eyes glowed as she stepped away. A middle age woman who is about fifty years old stepped forward.
"Guin come home with me?" Grace said gently as she frowned she won't allow Guinevere to ruin her daughter day no matter what.
"Oh Mrs. Blackwater how about the jewelry designs that you say you made with your own hands? The design you are wearing is called the Endless Falling Star," she said as she pointed at the necklace.