---- Two years ago, I missed calls from my sister, Cherry Nicholson. She took her own life that same night. Mom screamed that I was a murderer. She threw things at me-plates, shoes, anything she could get her hands on. When she got tired of throwing, she used her fists instead. Her voice still haunted me, like a curse carved into my memory. "It should've been you, not her." That same year, I was diagnosed with wolfsbane fever, and I broke down sobbing by the side of the road. People stared, whispered, then walked right past me like I didn't exist. Only Samuel stood in front of me with an umbrella and handed me a clean handkerchief. Smiling, he said, "A face this pretty shouldn't be crying." I snapped out of the memory and grabbed my phone to call Samuel repeatedly. He didn't answer. ---- The automated voice on the other end kept repeating the same message, drilling into my nerves. Eventually, I hung up and dragged myself home. When I reached home, I noticed that the front door was wide open. I thought maybe Samuel had come back. I was about to call out his name, but the words died in my throat. The place was a mess, and everything was knocked over. I froze, about to call the enforcers, when I saw someone coming down the stairs. It was Mom, whom I hadn't seen in a long time. She was holding a photo frame that looked all too familiar in her hands. There was a flicker of something in her eyes when she saw me, then she raised her arms and hurled the frame straight at me. ---- It hit the floor, and the glass shattered at my feet. When she saw I wasn't hurt, she lunged at me, grabbed my hair, and began punching. Her face twisted with rage. She kept repeating ina frantic, broken voice, "You think you deserve a bonding ceremony with someone you love? You? You killed Cherry with your own hands! "You should rot in hell. You don't deserve to be happy! Why? Why wasn't it you who died?" I didn't dare fight back. I just covered my head and let her rage. Every cruel word hit like a blade, sinking deep into my chest. The crushing weight of despair was almost unbearable. I clutched my ears, whispering to myself that I couldn't die. I promised Cherry. I didn't know how long the blows kept coming, but eventually, a maid rushed in and pulled her off me. The maid kneeled beside me and asked if I was okay. That was when I finally blinked back to the present. ---- With trembling hands, I dug through my bag for my medicine. However, I couldn't find it. Just then, a pair of polished leather shoes stepped into my vision. Cold liquid splashed over my head, soaking my hair and running down my face before hitting the floor with a soft patter. I froze and looked up. Samuel looked down at me, holding the empty vial in his hand. His smile was cold and cruel as he looked at me. "Lick it,"' he demanded. In the latest episode of ReelTalk, titled "Queen Bee Meets Queen Bee," the infamous Daniela Couso reunites with Sarah Moliski for a buzzworthy discussion. Dive into the world of these legendary villains as they unveil the realities behind their captivating personas. Exploring themes of power, rivalry, and intrigue, this ongoing romance series delves deep into the complexities of characters like Daniela and Sarah. Witness the clash of two formidable personalities as they navigate love, ambition, and deception in a world where nothing is as it seems. What sets this narrative apart is its intricate character dynamics and the magnetic pull between its leading ladies. Experience the allure of forbidden desires and hidden agendas in a story that promises twists at every turn. Ready to uncover the secrets that bind these queens together? Available to read at CrushReel for those eager to unravel the mysteries within.