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“I am not her”
“I am not her”
Episode-63 "I am not her"
Celeste's POV:
The maid helped to walk to the hall, my leg
hurts and I am worried about my own self, what is going to happen to me?... I
saw Mr. Davis, I was happy... he is a good man he can help me right... I went to
him and sad, "Mr. Davis.. pl-" before I could say anything, he said, "just be
what he wants... it's better for all of us.." I was shocked... all of them are
together in this.. what about me?
After 3 hours,
the stylist is still doing something to my hairs.. I don't know what is
happening I was asked to sit and I had no courage to do anything.... after few
more minutes, Prince Ernest's walks in, the stylist said, "it's done sir.." he
looked at me and was staring at me for few broad minutes.. something is wrong..
why is the stylist here.. what they did to my hair... maybe dyed and cut my hairs.. a large
amount of hairs.. but why is all
this?... I don't know anything and this is scaring me..
Prince Ernest said,
"its good.. you can leave.." , his presence is really strong like he owns the Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
power... they left.. Mr. Davis walked out of the room too.. what happened?... but
whatever it is he looks satisfied...
Prince walked to me
and I moved back in fear, but he pulled me close and placed his hand on my
cheek, he said, "exactly like... my Isabella... you are completely my Isabella.." I
was frozen, I looked at him in confusion...
He scoffed,
"confused?" he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room, my leg hurts, I
yelled.. he looked at me as I was about to fall. He immediately pulled me on
his shoulder, I am confused and scared, I feel tears forming.. what is he going
to do to me?
He went to one of
the room and made me stand and said, "turn.." I was confused as my eyes are
filled with tears.. he warned, "turn..." I slowly turned to mirror... and I covered
my mouth in shock.. tears roll
down, I couldn't even recognize myself
in the mirror... they.. they cut my hairs up to my shoulder, I have curtain bangs
now.. even my blond hairs are dyed to dark brown... I look like her, I look like
Isabella... he turned me into her... I cried as I whispered, "this.. this is not...
not me... this is not me..." I saw him smirk through the mirror... he did this to me,
he is really turning me into Isabella...
I sat on the
floor as I cried, "I am not her... I am Celeste....." I covered my face with my hand as I cried in
my own misery... do I have to really live as her.. someone I am not... I am Celeste
Millar.. it is horrible when you lose your own identity... and I am witnessing
this... I feel helpless .... That happened
to my life