Broken glass.....

Broken glass.....

Marielle de le Clair has long black hair with sharp hazelnut eyes that seemed to look into your very soul and her warm caramel skin blended with her beautiful sharp eyes making her look like a beautiful goddess in the eyes of others.

Her lips are bright red that looked like a red rose in bloom and there was a distinct pink color mixed into it, but it was barely noticeable.

Marielle was known throughout Europe as the cold hearted villain. She was pretty, rich, and most of all spoiled.

She cared for no one and liked to make life harder for the people around her, and she liked it that way.

It made her life easier and it also made people treat her with more respect.

She grew up learning that this was a world where the strongest would survive and the weakest would not.

Marielle had a blessed life with no worries and she lived her life to the fullest by partying with her so called “friends”.

One day though, everything had changed starting with one little glass of whiskey she had her maid, Irene, fix up.

It was in the late afternoon and marielle was getting ready for the new club her “friends” had invited her to.

It was said to be “so cool” and that they have “lots of hot guys with lots of experience”. She was really excited since it had been so long since she did it with anyone good.

She also needed to get drunk because as much as she hated to admit it, the guys in that club were really hot and way out of her league.

Her “friend” had showed her a picture of one the guys in the club and she had whispered a breathless “wow” with an incredulous expression on her face.

A drunk marielle was also a better flirt and had a 100% rate of succeeding than a sober marielle.

She finished putting on her makeup and yelled at Irene to fix her some whiskey.

Marielle then went to her luxurious living room that had a perfect view of the sky and sat down onto her sky blue couch.

Irene later came in with her head bowed and she had fear in her eyes making marielle smirk.

She was acting very weird, but marielle didn’t care she just wanted to get drunk before her “friends” picked her up.

Unknown to her that was the first that was soon gonna lead her to her doom.

She picked the glass cup and took a sip not noticing the look Irene had made.

The whiskey tasted weird it was really bitter and there was none of that stinging that would usually come whenever she drank alcohol, there was also a weird smell to the whiskey.

Marielle narrowed her eyes and gritted her teeth.

She threw the glass of whiskey at Irene with a snarl.

Irene dodged the glass cup yelping as the cup was about to hit her.

She glared at marielle and tightened her jaw with anger.

“What the hell!” She yelled out making marielle angrier at the disrespect Irene showed to her.

Marielle was to angry to have noticed that Irene had no fear in her eyes and her lips were twitching upwards in an almost smile.

That was the second mistake.

“This is the worst whiskey I have ever tasted!! You did this on purpose didn’t you!?!?” Marielle coldly yelled out.

“ I swear I didn’t do it!” Irene looked at marielle with desperate eyes.

Marielle sneered and was about to throw another glass cup at Irene, but when she about to pick another glass to throw at Irene she felt herself go weak.

She stood up with panic in her eyes, but just as she was getting up she fell back down.

Marielle gasped and looked at Irene.

“What!...did you!...do!?!?!” She cried out looking at Irene with anger in her eyes.

Irene had lost that desperate expression on her face and she wasn’t responding to marielle.

She just looked at her with an innocent smile, but to marielle she looked crazy. Then Irene suddenly started laughing.

Marielle was getting weaker she was now panting and sliding down onto the floor, tears were running down her cheeks and when she tried to move her body nothing happened, she was paralyzed.

Irene was still laughing and laughing seemingly not caring about the poisoned body in front of her.

Marielle coughed and blood was spitting out of her mouth.

She looked at Irene with angry eyes not wanting to show weakness in front of her maid.

“This!” Irene suddenly shouted out, pulling out a knife from her pocket “this is what you get! All the lives you destroyed! All the pain you caused me when I was just trying to do my job! You destroyed my family! My dad died because of what you did! I had to get several jobs to pay off all the debt you made! You deserve this!”.

Marielle tried to form words, but all that came out were mumbles of nothing.

Irene slowly walked towards her the knife held tightly on her right hand and her crazed smile still plastered on her face.

Marielle tried backing up, but her paralyzed body made her unable to do anything other than move her eyes.

Irene was now directly in front of her the hold on the knife was tightened and marielle was filled with fear and panic.

She tried forming words, but all that came out were small mumbles and whimpers.

The knife suddenly plunged into her stomach and pain was all over her.

She gasped and coughed several times before she felt another stab into her stomach.

Irene was laughing in the background, but marielle was to focused on the pain to care.

There was several more painful stabs to her stomach each one worse than before.

Marielle gasped and cried she didn’t want to die she had a life that was just starting.

She had so much plans for the future and now it was all gonna be gone.

She closed her eyes wishing that it was all just a dream that nothing had happened, but she knew it was all too real to be a dream.

She could feel the blood from the stab wombs and knew that it was too late and she would die a painful death.

Marielle choked on a painful sob and tightly held onto her stomach.

She felt the blood draining from her and than black.

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