Episode 3

After crying for a long time, in this dark and cold room where I have turned into my nest of tears.

I was about to enter the bathroom to take a shower and think everything through with more clarity on how I should replace Emma at her wedding.

I must learn every movement, every gesture, every word, her way of dressing, her way of speaking. To be honest, I am not sure if I will be able to achieve it.

Even though we are so similar, there is a great abyss between her and me in many ways. Emma is so wicked, arrogant, frivolous, manipulative, just like my parents. And I am the complete opposite of her; I don't know if I can be even a little bit like her.

Before entering the bathroom, I heard someone impatiently knocking on the door. I stood still for a few seconds, hoping that the person on the other side of the door would get tired and leave.

I don't feel like listening to anyone, especially not hearing complaints or orders from any of my parents.

"Little Diana, open the door for a moment, I have something very important to inform you."I heard Aria's low voice from the other side of the door.

Aria is my nanny... She's been the only woman who has taken care of me for as long as I can remember. She's the only one who has brought me good things in my life and the only one who has helped me contact my maternal grandmother...

Knowing that it was Aria standing on the other side of the door, I rushed to open it.

"Nana, what are you doing here?" I asked her, pushing her into the room.

I don't want anyone to see her near me, especially my parents who have made her life impossible in this mansion lately.

"Little girl, look what I brought you. This will give you strength to endure the hell that is coming." Aria tells me, pulling out some hidden photos from under her clothing.

My nanny gives me the photos, and I couldn't help but let tears fall down my cheeks again.

The photos were of my beloved Sara, playing with a stuffed toy that I gave her when she was just a few days old.

In this particular photo, my little girl looked so beautiful in a lovely pastel pink dress. Her fluffy black hair fell on her shoulders as she wore a matching headband.

Sara doesn't look anything like me; I believe even beloved Sara doesn't resemble the man I slept with that night.

Although Sara has the same hair color as me, she has a unique and beautiful skin tone. She is fair-skinned and has bright black eyes, thin and delicate lips, and a star-shaped birthmark on her back.

I had wished so much to have a photo of my daughter, but I couldn't manage to take even a single one. The last time I tried, the woman named Cristal who takes care of Sara discovered and told it to Emiliano Wlop.

He, the wretched man, took them away and broke them in front of me, humiliating me with each of his words.

He clearly said that Sara and I didn't deserve to be together, not even through photos. And if I ever tried to take just one more photo, Sara would be the one to suffer the consequences.

"Thank you, Nana. I will treasure this photo with all my heart for the rest of my life." I told my nanny with immense happiness.

"Your grandmother called this morning." My nanny says, gripping my hands tightly.

My grandmother Isabel is the woman I love the most after Sara. She has been a great example for me. After my grandfather passed away, she left the country.

I don't know why she and my parents never spoke to each other again. My grandmother only tries to communicate with me from time to time to know how I am doing. But a year ago, she stopped talking to me and only communicates with Aria.

My grandmother doesn't know that I have a daughter or the cruel way my parents have treated me all these years... I haven't been able to tell her.

"What else did grandmother say? Maybe she can help me take Sara away from my father..." I commented to my nanny, hoping she would give me the best advice.

My nanny let go of my hands and turned around, as if she were trying to hide something.

"Nana, what's going on?" I asked.

"Emma traveled to Switzerland to impersonate you, alongside your grandmother..." I opened my eyes in sheer panic, unable to believe what Emma was doing.

"Emma is in Switzerland? For what purpose?" I whispered, almost inaudibly.

My nanny didn't respond. I know she has something in mind, but she doesn't want to tell me.

"What do you have in mind?" I questioned.

Without delay, my nanny turned around and approached me again, her deep concern for me evident.

"Your grandmother called just to tell me that Emma arrived in Switzerland a couple of days ago."

"Emma is trying to keep you away from the only person who loves you. She has planned everything meticulously, leaving you with no escape. We can no longer rely on Mrs. Isabel, as I imagine she won't believe us if we tell her that the woman by her side is Emma and not you."

After hearing my nanny's words, I dropped to my knees on the cold floor. Emma, like my parents, has closed off any possibility for me to escape the marriage to that demon.

"Why are they doing this to me?" I cried out.

"What have I done to deserve their hatred?"

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