Chapter 142 The Anderson sisters

Summary

Returning to the prestigious academy of kings and queens, the students' attempts to integrate sparked a deadly conflict, leading to widespread devastation and a series of murders. Beneath the school lies a secret, concealed for 500 years to protect humanity. During a school event, a terrifying creature was unleashed from a hidden dimension, causing an apocalypse. This event opened a secret realm dominated by deadly supernatural forces capable of ending humanity or restoring balance. However, shadows of the past threaten to disrupt the universe's peace by any means necessary.

Excerpt

"What do you think you're doing, Ava?" Sylvia demanded, eyeing Ava as she approached the statue with the deathly inscription.

Rose glanced around, trying to make sense of the shadowy figure near the door.

"Guys, I don't think we're meant to touch that," Emily warned. "I think something is trapped in there."

"Oh, that? I might have pushed it slightly, by mistake," Ava replied meekly.

"Oh my gosh, you did that on purpose! We're doomed! I told you not to touch anything," Sylvia exclaimed, clearly terrified. Suddenly, thunder rumbled as the heavens shook mightily.

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In the towering building of Silver Hill, a glamorous skyscraper dominated the skyline. It was the highest building in Silver Hill, owned by the Andersons. Currently, they ruled the business world, ranking among the top ten conglomerates in the entire world.

Inside a posh sitting room adorned with a golden couch and cushions, sat a beautiful girl. Her long blonde hair cascaded gracefully down her neck, and her emerald-green eyes sparkled under the dim lighting. Her oval face was so delicate it could rival that of an angel. She wore a stunning white gown that barely reached her thighs, making it extremely difficult for her to cross her knees. On her feet were formidable yet elegant high white boots, embellished with intricate silver patterns.

"Rose, Nadine, this is the second time you've been expelled from school. I don't want it to happen again. This new school you're attending—no disturbing stories, or it won't be funny," their mother, Hayley Anderson, declared sternly.

Rose, the elegantly dressed beauty, didn't even face her mother. She didn't care about anyone in the room and harbored a deep resentment toward them all, except for her sister. Nadine, however, remained stoic, her grim attitude ever unchanging.

"Don't worry, Mom," Rose said coolly, "I don't think I want anybody to know who my mom really is, so it's better if you pretend you don't know me at all."

Hayley was stunned. She stared at her daughter, hurt evident in her eyes. At that moment, Nadine stepped out of her room. She had the same blonde hair, though it was shorter, and she wore a slightly longer version of the white gown. Her beauty was unmatched, angelic even, with an air of innocence. Rose, in contrast, had a face that was breathtaking but carried no trace of innocence.

"Enough, Mom. With all due respect, I don't want anyone to see me with a masked lady. Thinking I have a hideous woman as my mom—would that be fair? It would completely ruin my social life, so it's a big no," Rose added sharply, her voice dripping with venom.

Nadine stared coldly at the masked woman calling herself their mom. Without uttering a word, she walked away, not even bothering to touch the breakfast their mother had prepared.

Gideon Anderson, their father, entered the room, having overheard the commotion. He was enraged by Rose and Nadine's attitudes.

"I don't like the way you're speaking to your mother," he said firmly. "Do you know what she had to endure to bring you into this world? And now you blame her for your misfortunes? Rose, where's your respect?"

Rose turned to her father and replied dismissively, "Dad, can we go now? If this continues, I'll miss orientation, and I don't want to."

Gideon was perplexed. He knew something had to be done to mend the rift, but what?

"Okay, beautiful, let's go. But first, you must give your mom a goodbye kiss. Remember, it's a boarding school, so you won't see her for a while."

Nadine, engrossed in her iPhone 16, ignored the ongoing conversation. She was lost in her own thoughts, dreading the new school. How would she face the judgmental stares and inevitable whispers? She vowed not to let anyone see her falter.

"Okay, darlings, I hope your bags are packed. Say goodbye to your mom before we leave," Gideon urged.

Reluctantly, Nadine approached Hayley and gave her a quick hug. It lacked warmth, but Hayley appreciated the gesture, offering a sad smile in return. One day, she hoped, her daughters would understand the sacrifices she had made for them.

"Please, girls, protect each other. Defend yourselves. And I beg you—don't get into trouble," Hayley pleaded.

Nadine stared at her mother but said nothing. She carried her luggage to the waiting white limousine, its sleek, dominating presence a testament to their wealth.

"Fine, if you don't want to speak," Hayley called after her. "But know that I love you, even if you don't believe it."

Rose rolled her eyes, her irritation evident. "Oh, Mom, sorry we're leaving. And who again is to blame? Oh, right—it's you. If you'd stop this unnecessary exaggeration, I'd greatly appreciate it."

With that, Rose and Nadine exited the building, their luggage in tow.

Gideon turned to his wife and gently stroked her hair. "It's okay, darling. One day they'll come around and realize everything you did was for their own good. How's your face?"

Hayley hesitated before removing her mask. Beneath it was a skeletal visage, horrifying to behold. Maggots infested one side, a gruesome reminder of the price she had paid. If not for the treatment by an old priest, she would have died. Now, she clung to life solely for her daughters, unwilling to let them know the truth.

"It's fine," she whispered.

Gideon tried to stay positive, but the sight—and the stench—threatened his composure.

Hayley noticed his reaction and burst into tears. "You can't even look at me anymore. I'm gross, aren't I? It's all my fault. I shouldn't have tried to stop them. Now my entire family avoids me."

Gideon felt a pang of guilt. He wanted to comfort her but couldn't bring himself to look at her. "Please, cover it. I can't stand it anymore."

Silently, Hayley replaced the black mask over her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she left the room, her heart heavy with the realization that she had likely lost her family forever.