Chapter Text
27 June, 1998
12:30 AM
The entire city of Dresden was in a state of panic. It had been raining for the past few days, accompanied by thunder and lightning clashing in the sky.
Despite that the West Wing of the Tarten Villa , close to the main building was astonishingly quiet, except for the unconsolable cries of an infant.
In the master bedroom of the West Wing, lay Mrs. Tarten, the wife of the current head of the Tarten Company and beside her, in the crib was her newborn child.
She was a petite young woman in her late twenties , with a face that would make even Aphrodite hide in jealousy.
Being the daughter of a noble businessman in India she was prone to marry the best of all men, that was Mr Tarten. He was a man totally different from her and moreover, was nearly in his early forties when they married.
It disgusted her as to how easily he manipulated her into marrying him and leaving her healthy life. She would often find herself recalling those days, when men used to die for her, some even killed for her in the desperate desire to confess their love.
Well...it had been a long time since then...she was used to it now.
As she sat of the grand bed, her body ached for desperation. She wanted to scream but nothing came out...she wanted to cry...but there were no tears left to shed.
Despite the child's cries, she remained unmoved, her gaze fixed elsewhere. According to her, all her problems stemmed from her newborn child. It was only after learning the truth that she could no longer concive a child, she became a void, an empty shell, where joy and connection once resided.....
IT WAS ALL BECAUSE OF THAT CHILD
IT WAS ALL BECAUSE OF THAT CHILD
IT WAS ALL BECAUSE OF THAT MONS-
The door to her room opened and was closed quietly as Mr. Tarten walked in. He sat beside her, holding her hand in his. It was surprising to see him show affection.....after such a long time since their marriage.
"you did great Ahana, because of you I am a father to a beautiful little princess....I am so proud of you"
Her eyes widened. He was proud of her....what a strange thing to say, but instead of backing away, her arms circled around him, pulling him closer as she burried her face in his chest.
She thought that he might pull her off him, but instead he brought her closer burying his face in her neck, inhaling her scent.
"have you thought of a name?"
She asked in her quiet voice, while he nodded.
"Adaline....Adaline Tarten"
Ahana hated that name. It was a name that belonged to someone dead. Although even if she refused she doubted if it would even be considered.
That was the life of the wives in the Tarten family. They had the main role of putting a show of a happy family in front of others.
Although the daughters of the family were treated differently. They were taught to their upmost potential and were given duties under the successor. In some cases they even became the successor, and her husband wanted that.
She could see it in his eyes, all he ever wanted was for his own blood to become the next head.
In all honesty she felt pity for her daughter who will have to fight through her cousins for succession.
She scoffed..it was almost inhumane,but who was she to say anything.
Glancing at her daughter she could almost see the resemblance between her and her daughter. It was disgusting and disappointing.
She continued listening to the coaxing of her husband while laying in his arms. At least it was peaceful for that moment.