Wild And Bad

The two-story wooden detached house was the only thing left to me from my grandmother. Right at the entrance, there was a living room. The new dark green sofa set, milk coffee-colored carpet, and beige curtains created a warm atmosphere in the room. The fireplace was quite old. Nevertheless, the white winged figures placed on top of the fireplace gave the old fireplace an antique feel. A large portrait hung on the wall where the fireplace was. The oil painting gave off an intriguing atmosphere to onlookers. The portrait featured a scary man and, in contrast, a charming woman. If you look closer, you can catch a hint of fear in the woman's smile in the painting. Yes, this woman is my grandmother, and the man next to her is... My grandmother's father. A rather stern and cold man. The only thing indicating that they share the same blood was the lilac-colored eyes. The same eyes that could reflect different emotions. When the door was slammed shut, my moving-in process had just finished. Due to a letter from my family, I had to come to this town with no name on the map. The letter was from my mother, whom I hadn't seen since I was born. "Dear daughter Samira..." The letter began with these words. My father, burdened by the absence of my mother and his intense work life, died prematurely. As I read the letter, the image of the man who called out my mother's name and wept at night came to my mind. My father loved my mother deeply. So much so that her absence took away his zest for life. If it weren't for me, his first act would have been to end his own life. How pitiful... and how pathetic(!) Yes, I can say this from the bottom of my heart. If I inherited lilac-colored eyes from my mother's genes, I inherited the tendency to fall madly in love from my father's genes. Like my father, I fell in love. I went through a lot. In the end, I was left disabled by the man I loved without ever experiencing a love as short-lived as my father's. Nevertheless, I continued to live. Love cannot be an excuse for helplessness. If you are so dedicated, you must live for love. Death is the easiest way to give up. This is my second time coming to this house. Yes, it's as if I traveled through time and went back to the past. Or maybe I'm still standing tied up in that dungeon. But I'm having such a dream. Whatever this dream may be, it's quite beautiful. Whether real or not, it doesn't matter. What matters is that I have been given a second chance, even if it's only in my dreams. The door continued to be knocked on. Disconnected from my thoughts, I looked at the door that kept ringing without giving up for a long time. I placed the letter left by my mother on the table where it could be seen. There's no need to hide this. It's unnecessary to conceal that I am the child of a selfish woman. While my father was so in love with her, she got tired of living in poverty, gave birth to me, and returned to her family. The grandparents easily accepted their daughter who had given birth to a bastard without getting married. My mother married again and had another daughter. The man at the door is the visitor straining to tell me this. In other words, besides this house and some money left to me by my grandmother, I will not inherit any property, as the remaining inheritance belongs to my step-sister. Although they are locals in the town, my grandfather and grandmother are secret giants. They are quite wealthy. The water droplets flowing from their fingers are enough for me to live a comfortable life until the end of my life. However, as an unwanted bastard, they didn't even want to give me that. Only the cute woman in the portrait had considered giving something to her unseen granddaughter. When I saw the person who entered after opening the door, I couldn't even muster the expected strong reaction. I guess my soul is quite weary. Seeing one of the men who locked me in the dungeon didn't cause discomfort; it only added to my fatigue. Revenge? No, I don't want such a thing. Looking at events unilaterally would be foolish. I made mistakes too. I won't sit down and calculate who made more or less mistakes. Nor will I seek to repay hatred and grudges. If it's a dream, I want to live a beautiful one. If I truly got a second chance by going back to the past, I want to live for myself this time. "Why didn't you open the door earlier!" I turned towards the voice filled with subtle accusation. His eyes were the same lilac color as mine, but the shade in his eyes was darker. Pushing back his golden hair, he entered uninvited. Knowing he would enter, instead of stopping him, I stepped back. Thus, I didn't allow him to push me like in my previous life. The man beside him tried to act more calm and gentlemanly. Adjusting his jacket, he nodded his head as if greeting. "I'm sorry." He entered without permission. Both of them were behaving as if they were in their own homes. I had been angered by their rude behavior in my previous life. I wanted to kick them out of the house. However, because legal procedures weren't finished, the house was still considered my grandmother's. The police who came stated that they couldn't do anything and left. As soon as I arrived in town, news spread that I was a very arrogant and money-hungry person who tried to evict my step-sister from my grandmother's house. I didn't make a sound about their easy entry. This didn't mean I would accompany or entertain them. Without caring about them, without asking who they were, I went to the kitchen. The ground floor of the house had a living room, an open kitchen, a guest room, and a pantry. I took a cup of coffee and returned to the living room. Comfortably sitting in the armchair, I sipped my coffee. My step-sister's name is Elizabeth, given to her by my mother. My grandmother's name. Among friends, she goes by the nickname Lisa. As she read my mother's letter, the man sitting beside her silently observed me. Since their arrival, as two strangers who hadn't attempted to introduce themselves, their behavior was quite aggressive. I'm sure many wouldn't stay calm in this situation. Who quietly allows unknown people to enter their house and read a letter belonging to them? In this life, I don't want to be embroiled in fights, noise, or intrigues. I just have someone I'm expecting right now. As in my previous life, I waited for the person to arrive before the police came. So, I didn't attempt to close the front door. After all, anyone can enter this house, can't they? "Miss, since you haven't taken ownership of this house, they can enter. You don't have the right to evict them." This was said by Richard with a hint of disgust. The man I was once in love with. As expected, another stranger entered the house before Lisa finished reading the letter. Tall and sculpted, my former fiancé was quite striking. His black hair, combed backward, had a few strands falling onto his broad forehead. Beneath thick, sharp eyebrows, his electric blue eyes scanned the room, finding us and moving towards our location. His thin lips formed a straight line, revealing no emotion, except for the wrinkle between his brows indicating discomfort. "Richard, you're here!" The cheerful greeting belonged to Lisa. Her previous arrogance was gone, replaced by a spoiled girl's demeanor. Richard nodded as he looked at the letter in Lisa's hand. Lisa seemed to notice the letter just then and put it back on the table, looking embarrassed. "I was curious when I saw my mother's name." Her unauthorized act of reading the letter seemed forgiven with this sentence. After all, Lisa lost her mother; she was a grieving girl. A bastard like me had no right to that. I looked calmly at the three and sipped my coffee as if I were watching a show. Everything was fine except for the pain in my heart when I saw Richard. "When did you arrive?" This time, the one speaking was the man next to Lisa, named Calven. He was Lisa's family lawyer. Thanks to my previous life, I knew he was more than just a lawyer. "We arrived a little while ago, Mr. Richard." The respect he showed me was different. Their attitude isolated me, making it seem like I wasn't present. My ability to be invisible, which I had maintained until now, vanished because of Richard. "Miss Samira?" Richard's question ended my spectator mode. Should I feel honored to be remembered? I don't know how to react. I hadn't thought about it before, so I chose the reaction a stranger in my place could give. "Who are you?" Without showing any unfamiliarity, Richard comfortably sat in the empty chair. He took off his jacket and neatly placed it aside. "Our conversation will take a long time, Miss Samira. I'm Richard Hunter. We came here..." I raised my hand at that moment and interrupted him. I put the coffee on the table with my right hand. With my left hand, I pointed to the two strangers on the couch. "First, can you tell me who they are and why they entered the house so freely, looking at my belongings?" I pointed with my fingers to the letter Lisa had read last. I looked at the three with a curious gaze. Unexpectedly, my reaction caused a change in Richard's expression. I enjoyed watching his expression change because of me. Lisa and Calven's composure collapsed at this point. They didn't seem to expect me to say such a thing. After all, since they arrived, no matter what they did, they hadn't received any reaction from me. "You allowed me to read the letter without knowing me!" Lisa's sudden reaction amused me. It was normal for me to experience loss in my previous life. After all, Lisa was a smart girl who easily got rid of many problems with her words. "I apologize, miss. You entered my house without saying anything. I have no chance of stopping you alone, especially since the gentleman with you seems quite powerful. And if allowing the letter was to prevent you from doing something about it, I wouldn't have done it. After all, there's no point in opposing a powerful man over a letter from a woman I don't know." I spread my hands on either side, lifting my shoulders. Looking away from the blushing girl, I looked at Richard.