The Dark Alpha

Chapter 15

I'm sure I've mentioned my sister a couple of times. Pearl Louise. Well educated in everything and anything to do with politics and the former director of my brothers law company. Pearl was born before me and she's just a few years older than me. She's always been in charge of everything, even at a young age, she'd dictate everyone in the house on how to go about things.

If I was scared of my mother and father then I'm terrified of Pearl. Pearl had the power to change my parents minds, she's that powerful. What and who she doesn't like, have got to go. I distinctly remember when my brother proposed to his girlfriend without having her introduced to Pearl, she made sure that he broke things off with the girl, because, and I quote "she doesn't fit into the family". Though most times her decisions and instructions made a lot of sense, they tended to have a lot of wisdom and hidden lessons behind them.

If my brother had not ended things with that lady, he would never have found the right woman, the one he fell for head over heels and the one that he's married to as I say this. All those times when she told my father to go for certain deals and cancel others, it had always proved fruitful. It was like she was superwoman. It was amazing.

Our relationship as siblings was a...good one? She's never pulled my hair or hit me and tease me. She was the kind of sister who'd wake up early in the morning to make sure that she could comb my hair for me and fix my uniform so that I looked clean and well taken care of.

My parents were rarely around and I guess she kind of became like a parental figure to me. I couldn't function without her. Those late nights when my parents wouldn't be home because they were halfway across the world, making millions, she was staying up all night to help finish my projects and assignments with me.

Don't get me wrong, I don’t have anything against my parents. I fully understand that they were working to give us that expensive lifestyle that we were accustomed to and I don't mind it. I had accepted it a long time ago. I appreciated the hard work they were putting in to make sure that they made it such that I'd never have to struggle in life because of their successes. I'll forever be grateful for that.

I'm not going to sit here and drag them through the dirt and disregard their efforts of taking care of us the best way possible. I'd rather have this lifestyle of rarely seeing my parents but being able to afford what I wanted, and have a very bright future ahead of me.

My point is, my parents were busy making millions, forming connections and building an empire. However, that doesn't mean that things were any easier. As a child, sure I wanted my mum right there and sometimes I did want to be on the phone with my mother for more than a minute without a rushed out goodbye and I love you.

Pearl was there. She was there to give me all of that. She was there when I had my first crush and I'd blush whenever I'd go over his house for our play dates. She would make fun of me and criticise the boy, saying he looked like a mouse and I'd get all heated and upset. Then she'd make sure after school, before we walked to our Bentley, she'd give some silly reason for me to have to go greet the boy.

She was there when I had my first kiss and listened to me drone on about it for days. She was there for me when I snuck out for my first party, and covered for me when I stumbled back into the house at the early hours of morning. She was there when I had my heart broken for the first time and I felt like my world was ending. She was there for every single moment in my life. She was my companion at all times.

At times I found myself forgetting that she was my sister and instead, I see her as a mother. As my mother.

It's strange. I know.

"So this is where you've been staying," she said as she exhaled loudly and took off her own Christian Louboutin high heels, leaning back on the sofa to relax.

I gave a nervous slow nod, "yes..."

"It's nice," she smiled at me and I felt a smile grow on my face at her compliment. From Pearl, the woman who lives in a £3 million condo, that was one of the nicest things she's ever said.

"You look tired," I said instead of "thank you" but it was out of genuine concern. If you didn't know Pearl, you would disagree with my statement.

Pearl's features were all taken from my mother, which meant she's drop dead gorgeous. With the facial bone structure fit for a model and skin so clear and healthy, it shined on its own and she rarely wore make up. The only thing she made sure was always perfect was her eyebrows and her eyelashes. Other than that, she had not a single blemish in sight and her lips were the kind that most women craved for.

I've seen my sister go through various stages before she came to accept herself as she was. I've seen her relax and straighten her hair to try and fit in. I've seen her only wear blonde wigs for months whenever she stepped outside of the house.

I don't know when it happened, but we went to sleep, woke up in the morning and my sister had shaved her hair. Her simple reason was that she wanted to rediscover herself and that was the best way to go about it.

I thought she looked fierce and powerful. Only two women I know of could pull off a bald head, and one of them was my sister. She ended up keeping it like that, and she's still bald to this day, but she does it in the classiest, most intimidating and beautiful way imaginable.

She didn't have any kind of dark circles under her eyes, but her shoulders were sagging as she had her legs thrown over my sofa and her head laid on the arm rest of the sofa.

She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, "I am. I am very tired."

"You work too hard, Pearl. You need to give yourself a break."

She cracked a smile, "you keep your head too far up in the clouds, Diamond. The world stops for no one. If I close my eyes for too long, I'll miss out on the train to success."

I scoffed, "miss out on the train to success? How much more successful do you want to be, Pearl? You're being ridiculous. What exactly are you trying to achieve?" I asked her. I believed her when she said she doesn't sleep. I know Pearl, she was certainly not sleeping for more than a few hours. Five hours would be a luxury for her.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, furrowing her eyebrows, before she closed them again, "more."

"More until when?" I asked her, feeling myself drain at just the thought of how hard she works. "When will it be enough for you, Pearl?" I ask her.

I just wished that my sister didn't bury herself in this world of money as much as she had. I just wished she lived like normal people. It's stupid to say that, I know, but she doesn't even drink. She doesn't take any kind of alcohol, hell, she's never even smoked weed before, and that's a bit insane.

I'm stuck up, but I mean, come on. Not even a fag?

"There's something that I need to tell you," she said as she lifted up her head and looked at me before she put her head down.

I frowned. Pearl want to tell me something? Oh God, someone's died.

"Please dont tell me someone's died... Or hurt? Is mum ok? Is dad ok?"

She held up her hand, stopping me, "no. Everyone's healthy and safe. It's not about them...it's about me."

"Wel- well what's wrong, Pearl?" I whispered, afraid that I'd hear devastating news, "are you dying?"

She giggled, shaking her head, "no, nobody's dying. Mum's not dying, dad's not dying and I'm not dying. Relax."

"I'll try..." I said half-heartedly as I leaned forward in my chair, gripping my fingers together, "I'm scared though. What's wrong?"

She sighed, seeming to prepare herself, "you're the only person I can confide in. I thought maybe mom, but I know she'll...I don't know how she'll take it when I tell her this. So I just came here instead, because I know that you won't...that you won't judge me ."

"What did you do?" I asked her, my voice going even lower. This couldn't be good. Won't judge her? I'll try not to. She's my sister though, so I probably won't.

"Well...his name's Isaac-"

I gasped, "what?"

"Yes, yes, calm down. I am in a relationship with someone right now."

The grin on my face was so wide that it hurt my cheeks, "well...Isaac who? Do I know him? Do we know him? Is he royalty? What business does his family own? Where did he study?"

She kept quiet and sat up straight, crossing her legs and looked at me, cringing, "actually...what had happened was...well...I just..." She groaned, "you do know him. The whole family does."

I tried to recall any rich family or men we've dealt with but I couldn't remember the name, but then again, we meet many people on a daily basis as the Louise's so it came as no surprise, "I don't think I remember him. What's his last name?"

"He doesn't have a last name."

I rolled my eyes, "which person doesn't have a las..." I stopped as the name repeated in my head, and I remembered an Isaac, but not just any Isaac, he was Isaac. I felt my heart still as I looked back at my sister and she looked at me, giving a slow nod like she knew I had pieced it all together.

"Are you crazy?!" I whisper yelled at her as I gaped at her, "Isaac? You're with Isaac? Mum and dad will f*****g lose their minds, Pearl. This is so unlike you."

"I know that, Diamond. I thought of that, I swear I did, but, but things happen ok and now I'm in deep and I don't know how I'm going to get out."

I scoffed, "you think? Isaac is an assassin!" I whispered, trying to remind her who we were talking about.

Yes, that's what Isaac is. Isaac is an assassin. How do I know this? He's worked for my family on many occasions. You don't get to being at the top without doing some dirty tricks at the bottom, and that's how my family's gotten ahead.

I remember how I used to find Isaac to be the scariest man alive. He was big built, always wore black and he just had this dangerous aura around him. Everything from the scar that he had on his neck from having his throat slit in an attempt to kill him, to his matte black motorcycle that looked like something out of a batman movie.

"I know that," she said sadly, before she looked down into her hands, "but there's nothing that I can do..." As she said that, she placed her hand on her stomach, "I'm in too deep..."

"Oh God," I felt my throat tighten and my eyes blur as I let myself fall back into the sofa, too devastated to ask her if she was pregnant and get the validation. "What the bloody hell are we going to do now?" I asked her as I ran my hand over my face.

If I know my parents as well as I think I do, things will not work out for Pearl. At all.