Chapter 1 Yellow Chrysanthemum.

I come from a high society, a family of elites, who once ruled all over the world's political standards. Our family was higher than the Dukes but closest to the Kings. We had a special status and we were called The Blancas. The name in itself meant The Whites. We were supreme and our words meant the words of Law to the commoners. Dukes and Nobles feared us and did not dare to cross our words. We had power, fame, luxury and any materialistic pleasure you could name of.

Well, all of that was back then in the 1800s. In the current generation, we don't run in the governments anymore. I don't know what had happened in the 90s that we were suddenly stripped down from our status. Now, we only run a handful of businesses in different continents. Of course, we're still brimming with wealth but our name, The Blancas, have been forgotten. All of the participation, support, money and consultations we contributed to the kings were erased from the books of history.

This was all the information The Blancas have been passing down to the next generation. All we ever knew was about a downfall whose cause was a mystery. Why have we not initiated to resolve this? As all humans do, one of the generations were once curious too. What had happened to them? No one knows. They vanished like their surnames from History. All we were told was, "Some things are best forgotten."

I come from a high society, a family of elites, who now owns a leather business in the States. I'm just a lonely daughter of a rich man. I'm blessed with everything a common girl living in the cities would ask for. Be it a mansion, unlimited bank account, branded shoes and bags, designer clothes - I had everything. Of course, there is nothing I lacked.

This is what you might think.

Unfortunately, I lacked the most precious gift of life. My days were of never ending misery. I had no socials or friends or even love. I see my father occasionally when he pays me a visit once in every 6 months.

I have never experienced what a mother's love felt like. Father had told me she had run away. When he found out, he had burnt all of their pictures, including the wedding. He made sure to destroy any evidence that she existed in her life. I heard he was emotionally destroyed and could not bear the pain inside him.

Silence was my only friend. I could never socialize or interact as I was adjusted entirely to the quiet mansion I lived in. The silence I lived with was now something I now despise. It had made me realize that I am of no significance and that, I must die.

Ironically, death was not easy for me. I tried to commit suicide a couple of times, ending up backing away. I wonder what it was? Was it fear? Morals? I didn't know. However, I knew I could not release myself from this silence and misery.

That was when I decided to find someone who could end my desperation.