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Chapter 1
« Secours d'urgence ! Il y a eu un horrible accident de voiture rue Météore, et les victimes sont en très mauvais état ! »
« Madame ! Tenez bon, l'ambulance et la police arrivent ! »
L'air empestait le carburant, la voiture était une épave mutilée, et des éclats de verre jonchaient le sol.
Cecilia Medici pouvait goûter le sang dans sa bouche, l'arrière-goût métallique lui donnant la nausée.
Elle n'avait jamais vu quelque chose d'aussi horrible.
Son esprit était embrouillé. 'Quelle heure est-il ? Pourquoi les secours ne sont-ils pas encore là ? Était-ce intentionnel ?'
Le jeune conducteur transpirait à grosses gouttes, essayant de garder Cecilia consciente, ses mains couvertes de sang.
« Julian », murmura Cecilia, le visage pâle, les lèvres sèches, les yeux ternes.
Le conducteur se figea. Julian Russell, l'homme le plus puissant de Skyview City !
C'était mauvais ! Les mains du conducteur tremblaient alors qu'il cherchait le numéro de Julian, composant frénétiquement jusqu'à ce qu'il obtienne une réponse.
Lorsque l'appel fut connecté, le conducteur lâcha précipitamment : « Monsieur Russell ! Votre femme a eu un accident de voiture, les secours sont trop lents, elle ne tiendra pas longtemps, venez la sauver, s'il vous plaît ! »
« Vraiment ? Elle est plus résistante que je ne le pensais. Mais je suis occupé, appelez-moi quand elle sera morte. » La voix de Julian était froide, dégoulinante de mépris.
Avant que le conducteur ne puisse répondre, Julian raccrocha.
Le dernier espoir de Cecilia s'évanouit. 'Julian, veux-tu vraiment ma mort ? Me laisser mourir ici sans la moindre compassion ?'
Le sang continuait de couler, et sa vision s'obscurcissait. Finalement, elle cessa de respirer.
Cecilia sentit son âme s'éloigner de son corps. À vingt-cinq ans, elle mourut sur la voie d'urgence de la rue Météore.
Elle était la seule fille de la famille Medici, leur trésor, aimée tendrement, mais elle était tombée amoureuse de Julian et avait insisté pour l'épouser.
À la fin, la famille Medici s'était effondrée, et elle mourut misérablement au bord de la route.
Alors que son âme flottait au loin, elle ferma les yeux. Si elle pouvait revivre, elle resterait fière.
Soudain, une voix perça. « Madame Russell, quelle robe souhaitez-vous porter pour la soirée privée de Monsieur Russell ce soir ? »
En entendant la voix familière, les yeux de Cecilia s'ouvrirent brusquement, remplis de confusion.
Que se passait-il ? N'était-elle pas morte ? Pourquoi était-elle dans sa chambre avec Julian ?
Une douleur aiguë traversa sa tête, et elle grimaça, tenant sa tête de douleur.
Tout lui revint d'un coup. Le banquet. Il y a quatre ans. Julian n'avait pas prévu de l'emmener, mais ils étaient jeunes mariés, et cela ne ferait pas bonne impression en public.
« Madame Russell ! Madame Russell, ça va ? » La voix inquiète de Cleo Smith parvint à ses oreilles.
Cecilia revint à la réalité, regarda Cleo, et comprit tout.
Elle était revenue à la vie ! Quatre ans en arrière !
Avec cette pensée, Cecilia se calma. « Je vais bien. » Elle se dirigea vers la garde-robe, pointa une somptueuse robe de soirée dorée, et sourit à Cleo. « Je vais porter celle-ci. »
Cleo sembla surprise, jetant un coup d'œil entre la robe et Cecilia, disant hésitante : « Madame Russell, cette robe n'est-elle pas trop voyante ? Monsieur Russell pourrait ne pas l'apprécier. »
Cecilia secoua la tête et dit fermement : « J'aime cette robe. C'est tout ce qui compte. »
Dans sa vie passée, elle s'était effacée, déformant sa personnalité et même son style pour plaire à Julian.
Elle savait qu'il y avait une fille nommée Tamsin Brooks qui traînait toujours autour de Julian.
Tamsin était étudiante, toujours habillée de manière très sobre, tout en blanc. Alors, Cecilia avait commencé à s'habiller de la même manière, espérant attirer l'attention de Julian.
Le résultat ? Julian avait amené Tamsin au banquet. Elles portaient toutes les deux des robes simples et similaires – l'une blanche, l'autre blanc cassé. Tamsin avait été la reine de la soirée. Cecilia, la risée.
Le souvenir était douloureux. Comme elle avait été pathétique. Aveugle et stupide. Julian la méprisait, et elle avait gaspillé des années à essayer de gagner son affection.
Les yeux de Cléo s'écarquillèrent de surprise, mais elle comprit rapidement les sentiments de Cecilia.
Enfin, Cecilia rompit le silence. "Débarrasse-toi de ces vêtements plus tard, je ne les porterai plus."
Cléo fit une pause, puis sourit doucement. "Compris. Madame Russell, passez une bonne soirée."
Sur ce, Cléo se retourna et partit, fermant doucement la porte.
Cecilia se regarda dans le miroir. Elle était encore radieuse maintenant, mais qui aurait pu deviner qu'elle serait si ravagée par les tourments de Julian plus tard ?
En pensant à cela, Cecilia secoua la tête, son regard résolu. Pas question de laisser cette tragédie se répéter.
À huit heures du soir, Cecilia arriva tôt au banquet.
Elle portait une magnifique robe dorée à épaules dénudées, le tissu scintillant épousant ses courbes. Son visage était impeccable, sa peau lisse et délicate, ses longs cheveux tombant comme une cascade dorée. Ses yeux profonds et brillants étaient comme un ciel bleu clair, et le grain de beauté au coin de son œil ajoutait une touche de mystère et d'attrait.
De loin, Cecilia ressemblait à un tableau vivant, radieuse et captivante.
Cecilia remarqua plusieurs paires d'yeux sur elle, remplis de curiosité, de moquerie et de malveillance.
"Regardez qui a décidé de se montrer," ricana Qiana Morris, dans une robe de soirée bleu foncé et un maquillage lourd.
"Eh bien, elle est Madame Russell. Ce ne serait pas convenable de la laisser à la maison juste après le mariage, n'est-ce pas ?" se moqua Elowen Ross, "Mais elle a un joli visage."
"À quoi sert sa beauté ? Monsieur Russell ne s'intéresse toujours pas à elle." Qiana, légèrement insatisfaite, haussa la voix.
Elowen gloussa, ses boucles d'oreilles délicates se balançant, "Exactement. Quand je suis arrivée, Monsieur Russell était encore en train de se câliner avec sa maîtresse dehors. Il y aura un bon spectacle plus tard."
En entendant ses paroles, Qiana rit aussi. Cecilia entendit leur conversation et la trouva simplement amusante.
Elle se racla la gorge, puis regarda autour d'elle, et quand son regard balaya leur direction, il était rempli de mépris et de dédain non dissimulés, comme si elle ne regardait que deux fourmis.
Les lèvres de Cecilia affichaient un léger sourire. Après avoir observé les gens qui la regardaient, elle se retourna élégamment.
Ses mouvements étaient gracieux et nobles. Elle ne dit pas un mot, mais dégagea une aura imposante.
"Intéressant," dit un homme en veste noire et jeans sombres en fixant le dos magnifique de Cecilia tout en tenant un verre de vin rouge, sa voix rauque.
Kian Coleman était encore perdu dans la beauté de Cecilia, ne revenant à lui que lorsqu'il entendit la voix d'Alaric Percy.
Kian écarquilla les yeux et dit à Alaric, "Quoi ? Tu es intéressé par elle ?"
Alaric prit une gorgée de vin. "Tiens ça."
Sur ce, il plaça le verre dans la main de Kian et se retourna pour partir, laissant Kian perplexe.
Dans la salle de banquet, Tamsin tenait timidement la main de Julian, portant une simple robe blanche, son visage plein de nervosité. "On dirait que tout le monde nous regarde, je ne suis pas habituée."
Julian la réconforta, "Ce n'est rien, je suis là. Assiste à quelques autres banquets, et tu t'y habitueras."
Tamsin hocha timidement la tête.
Alors qu'ils avançaient, ils virent une femme brillant comme le soleil dans la foule.
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