His Broken Obsession

Second chance

Staring at the faces across her Marguerite felt dumbfounded, she was still trying to come to terms with what was going on.

She had died, and yet she hadn't.

She had been reborn?

Crazy, this was all crazy.

Clutching her head she she stared down at the black dotted tiles lining the floor.

All the people she thought she had lost one way or the other, were here.... Right in front of her.

And she, she was back to being a heiress, the heiress of the Rousseau family.

She was given a second chance—

PAK!

A sound woke her up from her daze, her eyes falling on a stern looking man with fine lines from old age running across his face, he was clutching a black polished cane with inscriptions on its body, it looked sturdy yet elegant.

"Marguerite what's going on with you?" His voice was loud and strong, his eyes grey with age and dull, But concern sipped from them.

"Papa," she whispered, "I'm fine."

She was fine, just in shock.

The man's features soften, his voice, increasingly gentle, "Marguerite, l'm not scolding you, I just want to make sure you're alright."

"I am." She whispered again, her gaze evading his.

Hearing her words, The elder knit his brow in bewilderment.

If she was alright then why did she hug him while crying immediately she saw him by her bedside.

Seeing his disbelief, she tried to smile, but failed terribly "Just a nightmare."

One she was about to relive......or not.

At that thought, she straightened up, "The date... What's today's date."

"It's the 2nd of March, what's up with the date." The young man with a buzz cut—her brother, muttered, his hand raking through his short hair.

Turning to the older man sitting on a couch by the side, he leaned in and whispered "Dad, I don't think she's fine. Why don't we let her cool off in a asylum for sometime."

The older man paused and looked at him surprised, then a second later his expression turned to something more complicated."I should have sent you there when I had the chance."

Rolling his eyes her brother reclined back on his sit, 'Quirks of being the favourite.' he mused.

He knew that even if his sister turned crazy, he had higher chances of seeing the walls of the asylum than her.

Glancing back at his "deranged" sister, his brows knotted in solid concern, she had slipped back into one of those her unsettling daze and she even seemed to be trembling.

Has she really gone mad?

Marguerite had no idea what was going on around her. All she could feel was fear.

Bone. Chilling. Fear

The 2nd of March!

That was after stupid her had set her plan into action

That was the day Henri had found out about her involvement.

.....the day she started the walk into her unending ruin.

"No, no, no."

Why didn't she go back at least a little just before she created all this mess?..... Why?

Why was she back at this point again? hadn't she suffered enough.

Scrambling up, she quickly grabbed at her dad. Her eyes bloodshot and wide in desperation.

No! she couldn't relive that hell again.

"Papa, did the Monreau family contact you."

Staring at her crazed expression, her father frowned. Then he beckoned to the doctor standing by the side who had been neglected since he entered the room.

"Check her." He ordered, pointing towards the disheveled Margarita.

The doctor nodded and moved to wards Margarita, but she evaded him.

Slapping away the hands of the doctor, Marguerite continued asking, it was like there was an obstacle in her lungs and she couldn't breath properly, "No... I don't need that, I'm fine just–just answer me, did the Moreau family contact you?"

" No." her father bluntly replied.

Then a look of realization washed over him, he nodded to himself, then turned to Margarita, his gaze filled with disappointment.

"So this is about that Moreau boy, isn't it"

Sighing, he shook his head, both his hands now on the head of his cane.

"Margarita, he's getting married. That should be enough to stop all this delusions."

He was right. it was enough.

She should have listened, she should have let go.

But no.

She let her stupidity drive her to destroy the lives of everyone she cherished.

Those delusions led her to the devil's den.

Clenching her fists, she stared back at the dark probing eyes of her father.

So many times she had wished for a chance to go back, a chance to right her wrongs.

And now, she had that opportunity right in front of her

She definitely wasn't going to let it go to waste.

A glint of determination flashed through her eyes as she stood upright.

Her frail figure—one she had trained for years, one she had pruned to utmost perfection just to get the attention of a certain devil. It was delicate as ever but now it seemed to carry a burden she was determined to bear.

She stared down at her family, a conflicted expression on her face, she knew the road ahead was a torturous one but she would rather walk it than let her family go through the darkness, she would do it—even if she had to walk it alone.

"Papa, brother, I have an announcement I want to make." she muttered hesitantly.

" What is it? You finally couldn't hide that you were gay?" Her Brother quipped in, his blue eyes shining with glee.

But his amusement didn't last for long as he received a smack across his Head, it didn't hurt but it was enough to get a reaction out of him.

"Hey? what was that for?"

He muttered to his dad, who was putting down his cane with a deadpan expression on his face.

"Marguerite go on." her father urged, ignoring his block headed son.

Taking a deep breath while equally ignoring her brother, Marguerite hesitated for a moment before talking "I want to say it before the whole family."

"It's really important." She insisted.

Her father's eye sharpened, and for a minute she held her breath.

What if he refused.

Then she'll have to find another way.

But if she took too long, it might be too late for her to do anything.

And she'll had to watch her world collapse again.

But before she could pattern out alternatives, she heard the voice of her father ring through the fog in her head.

"Okay."

It was short, but that was all the affirmation she needed.

"Be ready in an hour, everyone would be in the pavilion waiting for you." Her father concluded rising to his feet. He gestured to the doctor as he walked out the door.

The doctor followed behind him, while her noisy younger brother remained in the room, still blabbering on the couch, His legs spread out across the soft leather.

"It makes sense..... More than a decade spent chasing after a man with obviously no interest. it could definitely be a guise, a very good one."

Shaking her head at his growing theory about her sexuality, she flopped on the bed, her arm spread across her face.

It was a bit noisy with her brother in the room, but it was a noise she had longed for, for years.

And so she relaxed in the sound, it reassured her that this was truly not a dream.

That she was really here.

.............

Glancing at the crowd, as she made her way down the stairs, Marguerite suddenly felt a bit conscious about her appearance. Maybe she should have touched up a bit before coming out.

Taking a deep breath, she held on to the slightly loose blue gown she was putting on, it was the only dress in her wardrobe that wasn't trying to suffocate her.

She made a mental note to toss those clothes away, she had no reason to dress in clothes that made her look dainty anymore. She hated that anyway.

Reaching the end of the stairs, she walked to the group, her eyes subtly searching for someone.

But when she didn't sight who she was looking for, a look of disappointment flashed on her face before she quickly suppressed it and acknowledged the crowd.

It was like there was a tight leash on the crowd, which she released with her arrival as the whole crowd erupted in loud chatter.

With few asking about her health, others saying she was too pale from staying lazily indoors, some asking why didn't bother to dress properly, While a greater majority was talking about the Moreau family marriage.

'Ugh, ' she mentally moaned, suddenly feeling the urge to pick her ears. 'can family gatherings just be normal for once.' this was one part of her life she didn't miss at all.

From a corner of her eyes, she noticed her father staring at her with curiosity in his gaze.

Yes. she was to shut them down. After all she was the heiress, she was set to inherit this large family and she had to show her strength.

But she had gone through a lot to know that this wasn't the right time to do such.

She needed the crowds defiance for this moment. if she subdued them now, then her plan would go awry.

Ignoring her father's glance, she turned to face the crowd, clearing her throat.

"I'm sure we all have a idea on why we are all here."

All attention turned to her, but she evaded their stares, focusing instead on the intricate paintings lining the wall.

"I have a major announcement to make and I wanted the whole family be be here while I say it."

"We know, just go on," someone yelled from within the crowd, and Marguerite didn't even have to strain her brain to know who that was.

Secretly Rolling her eyes, her expression turned serious.

Her lips letting loose of an earthshaking revelation

"I am behind the k********g of the heiress of the Richardson family."