The Star He Left Bleeding

Aliza POV:

Kaylee's smug smile faltered, replaced by a flicker of fear. Her eyes, usually so adept at feigning innocence, now held a darting, uncertain quality. "Aliza, don't be ridiculous," she stammered, her voice losing some of its sugary sweetness. "You always exaggerate. I just... needed a spare room." She tried to regain composure, puffing out her chest. "Besides, you're the one who abandoned your family, your roots. What right do you have to complain?"

"Right?" I scoffed, a cold, humorless laugh escaping me. "I have every right, Kaylee. Unlike you, I actually earned my place in this world. I didn't leech off a dead man's trust or manipulate my way into a powerful family. I built my own empire, brick by bloody brick. You, on the other hand, are nothing but a pretty parasite, clinging to others' achievements." My words were venom, sharp and precise.

Kaylee's face flushed crimson. Her eyes narrowed, the last vestiges of her fragile facade crumbling. "You bitch!" she hissed, her voice barely audible, laced with pure hatred. "You're just jealous! Always have been! Everyone loves me! Etienne loves me! Your mother loves me! You're nothing!" She lunged forward, her hand snatching a heavy, antique letter opener from the nearby desk.

My eyes widened. The glint of steel. The unexpected ferocity. I instinctively recoiled, but not fast enough. The sharp edge sliced across my arm, reopening the freshly stitched wound. A scream tore from my throat, raw and involuntary, as pain flared, hot and searing. Blood bloomed, a stark contrast against my black dress.

The commotion, my scream, drew attention. Footsteps pounded down the hallway. My mother's distraught voice, then my stepfather's booming command. And then, a familiar, cold voice that sent shivers down my spine. Etienne.

My stepfather burst into the room, his face red with fury. "What in God's name is going on here, Aliza?" he roared, his eyes fixed on me, already assigning blame.

Kaylee, clutching the letter opener, dropped it with a clang. She crumpled to the floor, bursting into dramatic sobs, her face buried in her hands. "She attacked me!" she wailed, her voice muffled. "She's always so violent! She hates me! She hates everyone!"

My mother rushed to Kaylee's side, pulling her into a protective embrace. She shot me a look of pure loathing. "Aliza, how could you? Attacking your own sister? Are you out of your mind? Look what you've done to her!" She stroked Kaylee's hair, glaring at me.

"She just tried to stab me, Mom!" I shrieked, my voice trembling with pain and disbelief. "Look at my arm!" I held up my bleeding forearm, the wound gaping.

My stepfather stepped forward, his eyes blazing. "Silence, Aliza! Don't you dare accuse your sister! She's delicate! You're the one with the violent temper!"

Etienne stood in the doorway, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic scene. His eyes, cold and assessing, settled on Kaylee, then on my bleeding arm. He then looked at a terrified maid who had witnessed the whole thing, cowering in the corner. "Tell me what happened," he commanded, his voice sharp.

The maid, her eyes wide with fear, glanced nervously at Kaylee, then at my mother, then back at Etienne. She mumbled, "Miss Kaylee... she... she was trying to defend herself. Miss Aliza... she was very angry." Her words were hesitant, clearly coerced.

Etienne's gaze hardened, turning to me. It was a look of utter contempt, a chilling confirmation of his belief in Kaylee's innocence. I felt a wave of dizzying despair.

A harsh, broken laugh escaped my lips. It was a raw, guttural sound, echoing the shattered pieces of my heart. "You actually believe her?" I choked out, a wave of bitter irony washing over me. "You all actually believe her?"

"What's so funny, Aliza?" my stepfather snarled, stepping towards me. "Are you mocking us now, too?"

"Mocking you?" I laughed again, tears finally streaming down my face. "No, Father. I'm just laughing at the sheer, tragic comedy of it all. You're so blind! All of you! She's a manipulative, venomous snake, and you're all too stupid to see it!"

A sudden, fierce surge of adrenaline coursed through me. The pain in my arm vanished, replaced by a burning need for justice. I lunged forward, grabbing Kaylee's arm, pulling her roughly away from my mother's grasp. Her head snapped back, her eyes wide with shock and fear.

"Let go of me, you monster!" Kaylee shrieked, struggling, her feigned fragility momentarily forgotten. "Etienne! Help me!"

I ignored her pleas, my grip like iron. My face was inches from hers, my eyes blazing with pure rage. "Tell them, Kaylee! Tell them the truth! Tell them how you orchestrated all of it! How you manipulated Etienne! How you lied about your 'PTSD'! How you turned my own mother against me!"

Kaylee thrashed, her eyes darting nervously between my furious face and Etienne's stony one. "No! I didn't! She's insane! She's trying to hurt me!"

My mother and stepfather rushed forward, yelling, trying to pull me off Kaylee. "Aliza! Let go of your sister! You're hurting her!" my mother screamed, her voice a desperate plea.

Then, a cold, strong hand clamped down on my shoulder. Etienne. His eyes were like chips of ice, his face a mask of primal fury. "Aliza. Let. Her. Go." His voice was a low, dangerous growl.

I met his gaze, defiance blazing in my eyes. "No! Not until she tells the truth!" The pain in my arm was a dull throb, distant. My focus was solely on Kaylee, on forcing her to confess.

His grip tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh. "I said, let her go!" His voice was laced with a chilling threat.

"And I said no!" I retorted, my voice hoarse. "You can kill me, Etienne, but I won't let go of this viper until she admits her lies!"

His jaw clenched. A sickening crack echoed in the room. A searing agony shot through my wrist. He had twisted my arm, dislocating it. I cried out, a guttural sound of pure pain, my grip on Kaylee loosening.

He didn't hesitate. He pulled Kaylee free, pushing her behind him. She stumbled, collapsing, a fresh wave of sobs racking her body. He scooped her up, his gaze never leaving mine. "You're a monster, Aliza," he spat, his voice filled with disgust.

The pain in my wrist was excruciating, a white-hot fire consuming me. But even through the agony, a primal instinct for survival kicked in. As he turned to carry Kaylee away, I lashed out with my foot, a desperate, wild kick. My heel connected squarely with Kaylee's shin. She shrieked, dropping from Etienne's arms, clutching her leg.

Chaos erupted. My mother shrieked, rushing to Kaylee's side. My stepfather roared, lunging at me. Before he could reach me, my mother, her face contorted with a hatred I had never seen, swung her hand. A sharp, stinging blow landed across my cheek.

The impact snapped my head back. My ears rang. I stared at her, my mother, my own blood, her face twisted in fury. "How could you, Aliza?" she shrieked, her voice thick with tears. "She's your sister! My precious Kaylee! You're nothing but a disgrace! A venomous, violent disgrace!"

My heart, already bleeding, stopped altogether. The pain in my arm, my wrist, my cheek-it was nothing compared to the crushing weight of her betrayal. My mother. This woman, who once held me, who once sang me lullabies, had just struck me, defended a manipulative monster, and condemned her own child.

"My sister?" I whispered, my voice raw, broken. "Mom, do you even remember? Do you remember when I was your only daughter? Before she came along? Before you changed? Before you forgot me?" My eyes, swimming with tears, searched hers, desperate for a flicker of recognition, of remorse. There was nothing. Just cold, hard contempt.

"You are nothing to me, Aliza," she said, her voice chillingly flat. "Nothing but a constant disappointment." Her words were a final, brutal nail in the coffin of my childhood, of my hope for a mother's love.