Prologue
The baby's lonely cries can be heard in the cold and colorless hospital of Mount Ebott. But the baby did not have loving mother, ready to hold her newborn baby in her arms. This baby did not have a mother, that would slowly coo her to sleep with her soft voice. Instead, she had a mother that did not even look at her baby, before the doctor took her away.
There was a man outside of the delivery room. His grey hair had mostly fallen off by now. The man had blue, bloodshot eyes, they were filled with anger and impatience.
The doctor walked up to the man, his eyes immediately noticing the heavy looking black luggage the man was holding tightly in his arms.
"It's a girl." The doctor smiled fondly, his eyes never leaving the luggage.
The grey haired man ignores the news about the newborn baby. Instead he hands the doctor the luggage with a heavy thud.
"Here is your money." The man says, getting more impatient as the seconds pass.
The doctor opens the luggage and grabs some of the dollar bills that were filling the luggage. There was an incredible amount of money here.
"I do hope it's enough." The grey haired man says, taking note of the doctor who was now busy counting his money. "You already know the deal, forget about this girl who was just born." The man says, pointing his head towards the delivery room. "And for your own good doctor, you never met me. Understood?" He asks.
"Do not worry Mr. Doyle. I am a man of my word." The doctor smirked, finally taking his eyes off the money to look the man in the face.
But the other man did not bother to say his goodbye's. He gave the doctor a disgusted look, before walking away.
Days later, the baby was sleeping in a tiny bed in a hall, they never bothered to give her a room. Mrs. Doyle stood there, watching the sleeping baby and she wasted no time in calling Rachel. Rachel would have no choice but to do exactly as she says. The sleeping baby was very quiet, not knowing that this was the lost moment in her life, the moment that changed her life forever.
Mrs. Doyle held a tiny red box in her hands, and she tried her best to ignore the baby that was staying in her mansion. It would thankfully not be for long. Soon all of the woman's problems would be solved. And so as soon as Rachel arrived to the Doyle mansion, she soon found herself standing awkwardly near the door, in front of her a sleeping baby and the bitter dark haired woman.
"Hello Rachel. Now do you know what I hold in this red little box?" Mrs. Doyle asked, shaking the box gently.
"No, I do not and frankly I do not want to know. Are you really going to do this?" Rachel asked, her eyes quickly looking at the baby curiously, before she turned her focus back on the woman.
There was no response.
Instead Mrs. Doyle opened the box and placed nineteen diamonds gently on top of the sleeping baby. All of the diamonds were white. Except one. Only one was rose colored.
"These are all real diamonds Rachel. Extremely expensive."
Rachel stood there, dumbfounded. She couldn't believe this was happening.
Mrs. Doyle picked up the rose colored diamond. "Especially this one Rachel. This one costs a fortune. And this baby has to pay a very high price, for a passion that was worth so little. Just like the price that I have to pay. For letting my son ever get involved with you." Mrs. Doyle said bitterly.
"It was love." Rachel choked out. She has had this conversation with this woman too many times.
Mrs. Doyle only handed her an envelope. "Here is the account I opened for you. Now for your own good. I don't ever want to see you with my son."
Rachel slowly moved the envelope to her purse. Where it would be safe.
"And I don't ever want to see this creature again." Mrs. Doyle said, pointing her head at the sleeping baby.
"What you are doing to this little girl, and to me, is inhuman Rosabelle." Rachel pleads out, once again looking at the baby.
"You are no better than me. And if you don't do what I tell you, and disappear, I will reveal the crime you committed in your lousy past. You and me will take our secrets with us to hell. And if you open your mouth about anything. Rachel dear. I will kill you. I promise, that I will kill you."
Rachel took the tiny bed that held the baby girl, made sure the nineteen diamonds were safe and complete, and with one last look at Rosabelle Doyle, she walked away from the Doyle's mansion.
It was a small poor town, but it held a beautiful and elegant institution for lady's. In fact it was one of the best institutions in the country. This is where Rachel found herself, not to mention the nineteen diamonds in her purse and the baby. Rachel slowly made her way to the chancellor's office. The chancellor of the institution was a young beautiful woman that went by the name of Margaret Bridges.
Rachel took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Oh, come on in!" Margaret quickly instructed.
Rachel gently sets the baby carry basket down, when Margaret hurries towards her.
"Good evening, I have been waiting for you. I'm miss Margaret Bridges, the chancellor of this institution!" Margaret said with a satisfied smile, extending her arm for a handshake, but she soon finds her arm hanging in the air awkwardly as Rachel does not move to take it.
Quickly Margaret sets her hand down, and walks behind her desk.
"Well, I must say, your call intrigued me very much. Excuse me, what should I call you?" Margaret asks.
"Just Miss." Rachel coldly states.
"Well, Miss. What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Margaret smiles.
Rachel sets the basket down to Margaret's desk. "I'm here for, this."
Confused Margaret glances at the baby. "A little girl?" she wonders aloud.
"No. Not a little girl. A business deal. A very big business deal." Immediately Rachel hands the woman the box with the diamonds. "These diamonds cost a fortune. Go on, touch them."
Margaret greedily opens the box, and her eyes illuminate when she sees the shining rocks. Eighteen white diamonds, but her eyes focus on the rose diamond.
"They're precious are they not? They are perfect in every detail." Rachel states as Margaret's hand swipes the rocks.
"And they're all yours." Rachel says, but she's not quite sure the other woman heard her, as she was too busy admiring the diamonds.
"A rose diamond?" Margaret squeaked.
"These diamonds have belonged to the same family for decades. And now, they will pay for the education, of this baby girl." Rachel hands Margaret an envelope. "Here is the legal paper that verifies that these are indeed real diamonds. Along with that inside are the instructions for this business deal." Rachel quickly turns to look at the baby again. "Goodbye little girl. Nothing was ever your fault." Without another word Rachel decided to not look back as she started walking away.
"Hold on! What is the baby's name?" Margaret asked.
Rachel stopped. "She has no name. But Rose would suit her perfectly."
"And what if I decide not to accept this deal?" Margaret quickly asks.
"I already told you. Inside of the envelope are the instructions, including what to do if you decline the deal. Goodbye Miss. Bridges."
The door slammed shut and Rose was left in her new home.
Margaret eagerly opens the envelope and reads the instructions aloud.
'Dear Miss Margaret Bridges. I have chosen your institution due to it being a very famous school for lady's in the country. And above all, I chose this school, because I have heard about your ambitions. Every diamond will pay for a year of the girl's expenses. If you accept, you will give the rose diamond to the girl once she turns eighteen. These diamonds are more than enough to even exceed the money you will spend on the girl. In case you decide to decline this deal, take the baby to the police, with the diamonds. But if you do decide to accept, remember that you will be carefully watched. Always. The girl is not registered. She does not exist to anyone. That is another detail that you, will have to solve.'
There was no name, nor no signature on the paper. But Miss Margaret Bridges knew exactly what to do.
Are you guys confused? God I hope so because there's gonna be a shit ton of mystery in this. Also it is going to be a very and I mean very slow burn. So if you enjoy weird mysterious slow burning fics with a lot of fluff (although we have a looong way to go before any fluff starts) then keep reading! I don't actually know what I'm doing but it's okay. Oh also, this fic is strongly based on a Telenovela called 'Rosa Diamante', for some reason I was inspired to add my own twist to it.