Alana was in her bedroom; the wedding would be on the weekend. She was so excited; soon, she would unite her life with the love of her life. She looked out the balcony window; the storm frightened her; she had never liked rainy days, much less when there were lightning bolts. At least tonight, there weren't any, otherwise, she would have no one to take refuge in now. Her father hadn't arrived yet, and Maritza or Dana weren't an option. She couldn't count on Joan this time either because he was busy attending to work matters; he had been very busy lately, but he had to leave everything ready before going on his honeymoon. She threw herself on the bed, excited; soon, she would be Mrs. Black. She looked at her left hand where she wore her engagement ring; it was simple, not so expensive, but for her, it had great sentimental value. There was a knock at the door; she didn't hesitate to get up to open it.
"Sebastian?" she asked in a worried tone; that man with chestnut hair and hazel eyes, dressed in an elegant suit, was looking at her strangely. He was her father's personal assistant; her father had great affection for him.
"Miss Alana," he said, not knowing how to continue. He knew that the news he had for her would be too painful. "Your father suffered an attack on the way here," he continued, watching as Alana clenched her fists, her dark eyes filling with tears. "I'm very sorry; he died," he said with pain; even for him, the death of Evans Rosental was painful; that man had raised him since childhood when his father died.
Alana felt the pain in her heart; her tears began to fall on her cheeks. She couldn't believe those words; her father couldn't be dead. She was getting married on the weekend; he would give her away to her future husband. She fell to her knees and let out a heartbreaking cry. Sebastian knelt down and hugged her while listening to her desolate weeping.
"***********"
The entire city attended Evans Rosental's funeral; everyone felt the death of that man. They couldn't even imagine that someone would dare to take the life of that important man. They looked at the family; Maritza and Dana seemed to be suffering, but that didn't stop them from being perfectly dressed and made up. In contrast, Alana seemed to be totally devastated; she wore a simple black dress that was long to her knees, her hair was tied in a simple ponytail, and her eyes and nose were red from crying so much. Beside her was Sebastian, that faithful man who served Evans Rosental. Surprisingly, her fiance wasn't there; people began to murmur about it, but they quieted down when they saw that blond man arrive hurriedly wearing a black suit. He stood next to her, who began to cry again when she saw him, and he hugged her. Sebastian stepped aside, leaving the girl with that man. He looked around; his gaze fixed on the very distance of that funeral; behind a tree, there was a woman with an elegant black outfit, pants, blouse, long trench coat, with a hat covering part of her face, leaving only her perfect red lips in view.
"Calm down, baby, I'm with you," said Joan, hugging that girl. Dana and Maritza approached; Dana clung to him, who didn't hesitate to hug her as well.
"********************"
The Rosental family, in the company of Joan and Sebastian, returned to the mansion. Alana was devastated by her father's death; she sat on the living room sofa while one of the maids served her a cup of tea; she refused; she didn't feel like anything.
"You must drink it," Sebastian approached with the cup. "Please, Miss," he said with concern; Alana nodded and took a sip of tea.
"What will you do with the wedding?" Dana asked with her shrill voice; Alana looked at her and sighed; she didn't even have the mind for that.
"It's best if we cancel it," said Joan, sitting next to Alana while passing a hand around her waist.
"Oh, No!" Maritza spoke. "You already have everything ready; you should continue… it's what my dear Evans would want," said Maritza, wiping her tears with a handkerchief.
"What do you say?" Joan asked; Alana looked at him and lowered her gaze; her gaze focused on that tea; she didn't know what to do; maybe the right thing to do was to cancel everything and give her father the mourning he deserves, but they were also right, everything was ready for the wedding. She raised her gaze and directed it to Sebastian.
"What do you advise me?" she asked, to everyone's surprise. Joan frowned; that man was not to his liking; they gave him too much confidence.
"For now, you should rest; then, make your decision," he replied with a slight smile. "Besides, your father's will will be read in two days," he said, glancing at Maritza.
"Fine," Alana stood up, and Joan with her. "I'm going to rest." She looked at her fiance, surprised that he had agreed to Sebastian's request, when he had suggested it all the way from the cemetery to the mansion, and she had responded negatively.
Joan accompanied Alana to her bedroom, tucked her in, and waited until she fell asleep. He looked at his fiancee's phone on the bureau near the bed; he took it, but it had a password. He wrote their anniversary date; to his surprise, that wasn't the password. He frowned and looked at the girl; he put the phone back in its place and left.
"What are you doing here?" Joan asked, looking Sebastian up and down; he was like a statue standing in front of the door.
"I'm taking care of the young lady," he said bluntly.
"I'm here for that; get lost," he blurted out, annoyed; Sebastian had never been to his liking since he met him.
"I'm sorry, but with the death of Mr. Rosental, Miss Alana is the only one who can give me orders," he replied seriously without even moving from his place.
"I will soon be her husband, and you will have to obey my orders," he said authoritatively, approaching Sebastian with a firm step.
"Until then, you are still nothing to me," Sebastian replied without blinking; those hazel eyes looked at him without showing a trace of fear.
"Idiot," he said through clenched teeth; he turned around and walked away; Sebastian watched him walk away without losing his seriousness; then, he turned his gaze towards the door. He knew that the death of Evans Rosental was not normal, a simple revenge; there was something more, and he would investigate it, but for now, he had to take care of Alana Rosental, his now mistress.
"********************"
The reading of Evans Rosental's will was about to begin; Maritza, Dana, were already in the front row, wearing elegant black suits to respect the mourning of her late husband and stepfather. Alana entered in the company of Joan and also Sebastian; that man had not left her side since her father's death; she was grateful to him; she had known him since childhood, and he had always been very protective of her.
"Miss Rosental," the lawyer, an older man, approached her and bowed.
"Lawyer Parker, we can begin," said Alana; her face was pale; those huge dark circles could be seen; her eyes were still red and swollen; that girl had not been able to stop crying; she barely ate, and it was noticeable that she had lost weight in such a short time.
"But, Miss, Miss Rosental is missing," said the lawyer; Maritza frowned upon hearing those words. Alana sighed; she certainly had an older sister, but since her father married Maritza, she had left home and had not returned since then, and the communication between them was null, even with the death of her father; she had not even communicated.
"She will not be present," Alana replied with her dull voice. The lawyer nodded; that older young lady was in the will, but it was no secret that she had gone far away once Evans Rosental remarried.
"Retire," Joan said authoritatively to Sebastian. "I will take care of my fiancee." He looked him up and down; Sebastian directed his gaze to Alana, waiting for direct orders from her.
"Young Sebastian Holmes must also be present," said the lawyer, to everyone's surprise, well, not for Alana; her father told her at some point that he would include him in the will, and she did not refuse that.
"Let's sit down," she said, giving a quick look at Sebastian; everyone took a seat. In the first row were Alana, Maritza, and Dana; behind them were Sebastian and Joan.
The lawyer began to read the will; Alana was not paying attention to such a thing; she was not really interested in the money, on the contrary, she would exchange all the fortune for her father's life. She heard a stifled cry coming from Maritza; she looked at her and then looked at the lawyer.
"But what does it say?" Maritza complained.
"As you heard, Madam, seventy percent of the inheritance belongs to the daughters of Evans Rosental, while the other thirty percent is for young Sebastian Holmes," said the lawyer, taking off his glasses. Alana looked with surprise at the lawyer and then looked at Maritza and Dana; those two were seething with anger.
"What will happen to me? I am his widow," she said angrily, clenching her fists.
"You will receive a monthly payment controlled by young Sebastian Holmes," he replied bluntly. Maritza looked at that young man who continued without showing any expression; she also did not like that man, always so faithful to Evans and Alana, but with her and Dana he was always different.
"That cannot be; there must be some mistake!" Maritza shouted, standing up. She looked at Alana who seemed lost in it. "Did he even leave anything for that ungrateful daughter? She didn't even show up at his funeral," she continued. Upon hearing her, Alana stood up; despite everything, she loved her older sister and understood her reasons for having distanced herself from her father and her, so she didn't allow them to speak badly of her.
"Don't talk about her like that again," Alana stood up and looked defiantly at Maritza, in the same way Sebastian did, backing that girl.
"Alana, calm down, baby," Joan approached her to calm her down. "Let's finish listening to the reading of the will," he said, taking her hand and sitting her down again.
"Fine, continue Parker," she sat down again looking at that man. Maritza also sat down, but she knew that there was nothing more for her in that will.
"As for the management of the company, everything will be under the direct orders of my eldest daughter, in her absence Sebastian Holmes will be the one who takes total control, in the span of a year if my eldest daughter Anastasia Rosental, then the Rosental companies will become my wife Maritza Carles" - He finished, Maritza's smile widened for a few seconds, but she had to hide it, she knew that Anastasia Rosental would not return in that stipulated time, so the Rosental company would become hers.
"Honey, is everything alright?" He asked looking at Alana hoping that woman wouldn't be upset by her father's decision.
"Yes, I know my sister will do a good job," she said with a slight smile, she knew Anastasia knew she would come back at some point, although she liked it to be soon, because now she needed her more than ever.
After the reading of the will, it remained to decide what to do with the wedding, Joan looked at Alana, she is the one who would have the last decision.
"Let's continue, this weekend," she said trying to smile, she had to continue with her life, nothing would bring her father back, Joan smiled from ear to ear and hugged her, she responded to the hug, but her gaze turned to Sebastian, who was looking at her with that seriousness as always.
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