Celestelle Ruckus

"The drive was long, because the Villa was far away from the heart of the city––tucked behind tall gates, smooth roads, and thick layer of silence that separated it from the world".

"A place that screamed of wealth, but deep quietness and isolation".

"Eventually the car pulled to a stop at White Group, after a drive close to two hours".

"Celestelle body aches all over as a result of sitting for too long with no way to stretch".

"Madam we are…..

'Hiss! Do not call me madam! "Celestelle snapped, clearly irritated––was this the 1800s? What with the madam. 'Celestelle thought to herself. "this time she felt truly pissed and most of her frustrations came from her exhaustion".

"I'm sorry ma'am" the driver called apologetically.

"Celestelle huffed with a dissatisfied snort––just call me by my name "CELESTELA" Celestelle emphasized.

"I'm sorry ma'am I can't do that…you are the boss's wife currently and respect must be given to you also. Calling you by your name is a form of disrespect and I'd lose my job for that" The driver said with a pleading gaze.

Seeing the look in his eyes, Celestelle decided to let it go. "In her past life, she only went by, milady and other status names....nothing like madam, and that was why she reprimanded him, because it made her seem old.

Deciding not to linger for long, she stepped out of the car.

"Phew" The driver let out a relive breath when she stepped out.

The boss is formidable like a silent Devil never showing his strength––And the boss' wife is scary "The driver thought. Was it not supposed to be, Cold husband––soft wife? Who would convert who? The driver whispered to himself.

Was it the wife or the husband, as they both had their own pride "the driver sighed dramatically under his breath, but then a loud voice pulled him out of his thoughts".

What are you still doing sitting there?! "Celestelle called out loud, startling the driver who jumped on his seat immediately.

Celestelle decided to use the front door of White Group, open to every employee, staff or their customers.

Immediately she stepped in….all eyes turned towards her. Matter of fact the driver trailing behind her was tall, with a broad chest and a stoic face. Wearing a dark tailored suit, and a black glasses. One would mistake him for a bodyguard.

"Celestelle attracted attention, but with her driver as a bodyguard attracted more attention".

Some failed to recognize her. And others who did, widened their eyes in fear and disbelief. Most of all, Celestelle's appearance created a ruckus.

They all didn't believe she was Celestela. Celestela was a timid and easy to fool girl. She was so easy to be played with and she wasn't a type who exposes any of her body parts, or even wears revealing clothes.

"Gasps, surprise, shocks". All of this was being felt at the first floor.

They were having a hard time believing it. But she was there right at their fronts.

Some of them had seen the article. "Heiress of White pharmaceutical died after three months in coma, caused by an accident".

And the whole of White Group had been quiet. The chairman didn't come to acknowledge to the press if the death was true or misinformation, causing everyone to believe she had really died, and that the family were grieving.

But it seemed they hadn't acknowledged the press because she was either recovering or it was just a lie and they didn't bother, seeing to it. The article had even helped White Group stock skyrocket, so it was understandable.

"Is that really First Miss White?" A staff member asked her fellow staff close to her".

"She seems like her….but I can't really believe it her" the staff whispered back.

"Oh my goodness….did miss Celestela really had this great figure and didn't use it instead hide it in those baggy attires she wore".

More voices kept pouring in both in disbelief and attonishment. It would be a lie if Celestelle didn't enjoy all the comments coming from them.

The morning which was supposed to be for work among White Group turned into chaos at Celestelle's arrival.

Celestelle was loving it. This was what it's meant to be in the spotlight "she thought pleased with her sense of dressing." To be precise she hadn't really thought much about her dress, but seeing how much sensation it caused she wanted to wear more of it.

"If only she knew those chances would never come".

Celestelle waved her hands at them with a bright polite smile, greeting them warmly. But everything that oozed from her was confidence and dominance.

The past Celestela, was warm and friendly and she was also polite. But she lacked confidence and even how to assert dominance when needed.

She had allowed Connie to take everything from her. Celestelle wasn't a vengeful person she knew when to forgive and when to give people a chance.

But from Celestela fragments memories that came as nightmares, she could tell she had been bullied all her life by the people she called her own, and even loved dearly.

She had forgiven them time and time again, acting ignorant all the time just for peace. But it had landed her in a situation she could never come out from.

Being a good person and doing good deeds was a very wonderful thing to do. But as humans, we should all learn when to be good and when to go all out.

There was no policy that says never be good, but there is an instinct that says, you can't keep playing dumb.

Not that good people were foolish, they were just too forgiving and knew how to overlook a lot of things.

And it always ended up in the wrong way, if they were being lenient to the wrong people. Just like Celestela.

If she had grown up with her family and was surrounded by the right people, everything wouldn't have happened.