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Silas' eyes narrowed, taking slow, dangerous steps towards the doctor, but his father placed his hand on his chest, shaking his head and telling him to slow down. "What weren't you expecting?” Dahlia’s father asked, equally rising to his feet.The doctor looked from Silas to everyone else before lowering his gaze to the report."We found traces of a toxin in Mrs. Scott's bloodstream."Angela frowned. Her heart raced, not knowing what he was implying. "What do you mean by that?"“Well, if you just shut up, you’ll be able to hear him explain!” Anna responded, her tone laced with irritation. James and Lena wanted to put Annalise in her place, but Ava shook her head at them. “Dahlia’s condition comes first.” She said calmly.Anna scoffed, her eyes full of hatred, but she remained silent, gesturing for the Doctor to go ahead, Doctor Miles swallowed."Initially, we believed her collapse was solely due to blood loss from her reopened stitches and the injuries sustained in the acci-.” Joy
“Silas, that’s a little extreme.” Anna Scott stepped forward, with Joyce closely behind, as if she were glued to his mother. "No one tied Dahlia to that chair and forced her to paint. It's unfair for you to threaten these competent doctors."“No, he is right.” Owen Scott said. “Where my son ends is where I’ll continue from to make your lives miserable.” He threatened. Anna turned to scold her husband, but before she could step in, Lena stepped in,“Smart of you to threaten the very people who have my sister’s life in their hands!”“Lena!” Angela scolded, but Lena refused to listen as she turned to face Joyce, anger flashing through her eyes,“And what is this bitch doing here? If she hadn’t stolen my sister’s painting, we wouldn’t be here!” She tried to grab Joyce’s hair, but Joyce hid behind Anna Scott. Anna shielded her before turning angrily to a fuming Lena,“Watch your mouth! Joyce was a victim, and you know it!”“I see where Silas gets his sorry manners.” Lena spat angrily, not
The line went dead, and Joyce threw her phone onto the passenger seat and gripped the steering wheel so hard her nails dug into the leather.Her eyes were bloodshot with rage, and her heart was beating so hard and fast that all she wanted to do was draw the life out of Dahlia. She was the weapon formed against her plans, and Joyce believed once she was out of her life all would go well. She would have her dream man and eventually her dream life, but no matter what she did, no plan seemed to work in her favour!Everything had gone wrong.Everything.The poison hadn't stopped Dahlia.The accident hadn't stopped Dahlia.The competition hadn't stopped Dahlia.And worst of all...Silas had run straight past her like she didn’t exist and rushed the very woman he was supposed to hate!Joyce felt something dark twist inside her chest, and she gripped the phone so tightly her knuckles turned white."Damn you, Dahlia. It must be that bastard you’re carrying that is making him run to you this way
It was against the rules for anyone on the judging panel to show favoritism or react to a contestant's work before the final evaluation. Yes, this was just a redo to enter into the main competition, but it still counted as just as important.Yet Queen Kennedy couldn't stop herself. Her hand flew to her mouth, trying to cover the shock,"Oh my God..."The words slipped out before she could stop them.The entire room stared at the giant screen, and they were all astonished by what they saw. Meanwhile, online viewers had completely forgotten Joyce existed, and she noticed it too, making her chest burn in jealousy and rage. This was supposed to be her moment. The morning when she would shine and put Dahlia to shame, making Silas finally kick her out, but her plan had once again turned to dust.The comments online were not helping the situation. They were moving so fast that they were impossible to read."Is she painting her pain?""Why am I crying?""Someone help her.""She looks like she
“Dahlia?” Thomas called from the sidelines, but she ignored him. He looked around, but no one was allowed into the center. “Dahlia!” He called again, but she ignored him once again.She couldn't stop now.Not after everything.Not after nearly dying on the road.Not after being called a thief and losing her integrity.Not when this was a promise she made to her grandmother and certainly not when a life had already been lost because of it.After taking another deep breath, she dipped her brush into black paint and continued. She pulled back about to paint, when she felt a painful pull at her side, making her suck in a deep breath.She bit her bottom lip, about to continue with the center, when she felt something warm trickle down her clothes, making her freeze in place. She looked down, and her stomach dropped at the sight of her stitches reopening.A dark stain slowly spread beneath her blouse, and then drops of blood hit the floor.Gasps erupted throughout the hall. Making everyone
Joyce paused, her eyes frozen in place, unable to believe what had just happened. She thought she was seeing things for a second. "What?" She mumbled, rising from her seat."Why?""I brought my own canvas!"The woman smiled softly, her eyes daring and firm, which made Joyce clamp her mouth shut. The lady in question was none other than Queen Kennedy, a prodigy in the Art circle. She was known for her ruthlessness and talented hands. She was the one holding the win for the previous competition. “Sit down, Joyce.” Dahlia taunted. One would think you had something drawn on your template from how you’re behaving. Or is that the case?”“Oh shut up, Dahlia! I’ve had enough of your bullying!” Joyce said through gritted teeth, her mask almost slipping out for everyone to see. She was about to blow up when Jackson, Joyce’s right hand, stepped forward, holding her elbow to root her in place. "Miss Anderson," he said quietly, forcing a smile. "Please sit down."Joyce's chest rose and fell viol
“That’s my painting,” Dahlia said, her voice shaking with so much emotion she couldn’t understand how this was possible. “I painted it. Every line. Every shade. I can tell you exactly where I hesitated, where I almost ruined the canvas, where I scraped the paint back with a blade because the highlig
The registration hall of the International Aurora Art Competition buzzed with restrained tension as Dahlia and Lena stepped inside. This was the biggest Art competition there ever was, so everything was strict, and security was tight. “Isn’t tomorrow your husband’s birthday?” Lena asked as they wa
Dahlia returned to the bedroom and went straight into the bathroom to take a hot shower. The moment the hot water poured over her, her shoulders sagged. Steam curled around her, blurring the reflection in the mirror until even her own face became unfamiliar. She pressed her palms against the cold t
Dahlia shook her head in irritation. “Your constant pretense is starting to get on my nerves. “Don’t you ever get tired of provoking people only to end up pretending to be weak?” Dahlia said coldly, her voice colder than anyone had ever heard her. Dahlia was always rainbows and sunshine at some poin







