Chapter 1: The great secret revealed

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Now that he thought about it, Ciel never met his maternal grandparents, it seemed like they avoided him or simply didn't want to know about him. Madame Red told him that it was better that he did not know them since they did not accept him. This had Ciel very intrigued to the point that he sent them to investigate.

"They are living in Australia" Sebastian said

"And why did they go there?"

"Apparently they left after a fight with their daughters Angelina and Rachel"

"I'll have to go to Australia" Ciel said

"It won't be necessary since you talk to them"

"What did they tell you? Why don't they want to see me?"

"They said that they don't have grandchildren, that none of their daughters had children"

This puzzled Ciel. their daughters didn't have children? So how was he born? It was very strange, it was impossible. His mother was Rachel Durless and his father was Vincent Phantomhive.

"They must be wrong; my mother was their daughter..."

Sebastian didn't say anything but Tanaka entered the office with a portrait and an enameled wooden box. At that Sebastian showed him some DNA tests, which showed that Vincent Phantomhive was his father but Rachel Durless of Phantomhive was not his mother.

"It is time for you to know, young master, it is not good for us to continue lying to you" Tanaka said

"What does this mean? "Ciel asked in shock

"In fact, Lady Rachel was not your mother, your real mother was this woman"

From the box, Tanaka took out a portrait of a red-haired woman with blue eyes, dressed in Arab or rather, Turkish clothes.

Ciel recognized the box, it was the box that his father took care of and kept so suspiciously like a treasure. Ciel saw the photo and thought she was a very beautiful woman, more beautiful than Rachel Phantomhive. It was the face of a mother, his mother.

"It was evil what Lady Rachel did to her mother, her real mother" Tanaka said

"What...was her name?" Ciel asked

"her name was Hurrem"

"That's a strange name..."

"According to the Earl it means who brings joy, that's what she did, I still remember her bringing joy to this manor"

"She! Was my mother here?"

"Yes. I never saw the earl happier than at his side"

"Do you know where she is?! Why I thought my whole life that Rachel Durless was my mother?! Why didn't she stay with me?!" Ciel exclaimed, standing up from his chair.

"Unfortunately she is dead, she could only be with you until you were 3 years old - Tanaka said sadly when he remembered it"

"What...?"

"I am not the best person to tell you that, young master, but the diary of your father Vincent and the letter of your mother Hurrem can answer that question"

Tanaka put the diary and letter into Ciel's hands, then left the Earl of Phantomhive's office. Ciel quickly opened the letter and read it.

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My dear son Ciel

My lion, my little one, my only one. Surely that woman will make you forget me,

that I am your mother and I don't know if this letter reaches your hands,

but I have the hope that one day you, my lion cub, will know the whole truth.

That I existed and that I was the one who gave birth to you.

Your Aunt Frances didn't like me, but please forgive her. I know that in her heart she never hated me,

she was just angry with a good friend of mine and she couldn't help but be cruel to me because of that.

But I'm sure she's not bad, I can't tell you what happened since there would be no place to start or how to start.

But your father can, since this is her story too. But my dear Ciel,

I just want you to know that although I will never hug you and hold you in my arms again,

I want you to know that you were my greatest joy along with your father.

with love

Hurrem, your mother

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Tears began to fall from Ciel's eyes, he felt sad like if reading the letter from his real mother, which he had forgotten, touched his heart.

"Moo~ so now you know" Grell appearing said

- What are you doing here?! - Ciel exclaimed

- I don't want to miss the gossip - Grell answered.

- What are you taking about?

- My dear Madame Red confessed to me that you were not her nephew since her sister only gave birth to deformed and dead children, in addition to being mean and selfish.

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- Originally the Earl was going to marry Madame Red but that Rachel fought tooth and nail to be the bride

" I don't know what to believe anymore" Ciel answered dejectedly.

Grell took the photo of Hurrem in her hands, a woman with reddish blonde hair and blue eyes, also the owner of great beauty, the Turkish beauty.

"You look like your real mother and I love her dress" Grell commented

"Shut up!"

"I collected your soul"

"What... ?"

"Yep, I still remember that Turkish beauty although not as beautiful as me"

"Shut up and go away!"

"Moo~ don't be like that~ I want to know more, I already know your mother's point of view, I want to know your father's"

Ciel didn't say anything and took his father's diary in his hands, undecided whether to read it or not. He also didn't dare ask how his mother, Hurrem, died, since it was still a lot of information for him.

"Do you know what my real mother's life was like?"

"Yep"

"I want to know; how did she die?"

"Will you let me know the story?"

"Tsk! Alright"

"Yeah! Well she was murdered"

"What are you saying ...?"

"Drowned to death by your supposed grandparents"

"Unhappy!" Ciel exclaimed full of anger

"I'm breaking rules by telling you, so he starts reading that diary"

Ciel doubted, but still he read his father's diary to know the truth, about the history of his father and his real mother Hurrem.

However, Vincent Phantomhive wasn't the only one to have a romance in Turkey.

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Germany

Strangely, that morning Diederich was not hungry since it was his anniversary, the anniversary of the death of his Turkish goddess, Maidevram. The only woman he considered marrying and having children with. From his pocket I take out a portrait of Maidevram.

The most beautiful Turkish flower in that Sultan's garden. The only woman with whom he considered having children, children with her wonderful amber eyes. Even in his dreams he sees it.

She, his true love and his only love. Which he lost because of that Sultan and the Durless family; After 13 years he was still in love.

"My Lord" Diederich's butler said

"What's happening?

"Earl Phantomhive..."

"Prepare my things, I will go to England, it is time for the truth to be known"

The butler noticed the portrait of Maidevram, the Sultan's concubine.

"Still can't forget her?" the butler asked

"She must have been the lady of this house and my wife"

"It's been 13 years"

"200 years can pass and my feelings for her will remain the same"

"I will go do what you asked me" the butler said

"thank you"

Diederich immersed himself in memories and a world that he was not. Where Maidevram was his wife and they had children. But it was just a fantasy.

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Midford Manoe

As always, Lady Midford was criticizing everyone as always, without seeing how unfriendly and annoying she was. The Marquis Midford didn't understand how he married her, if no one wanted to marry her since she was very angry and annoying.

Then he remembered her, her Turkish maiden and the fairest of them all. To the lady Firuze, the rose of Turkey.

He still remembered her: beautiful, affectionate, good-humored, smiling, charming and maternal. Qualities that he always liked in a woman and that Frances lacked. Firuze would have been a better mother to Edward and Elizabeth than Frances.

The marquis closed his eyes and imagined that Firuze was there, sitting at the table with him sharing breakfast, while she took care of him and his children.

"Alexis wake up!" exclaimed Frances

"Now that passes it?" the marquis asked angrily

"Why are you fantasizing? That's indecent!"

"I dreamed of a beautiful Turkish maiden, daughter of the gods"

"What?!" Frances is red with anger

"Now you know"

The Marquis Midford got up from his seat and went to his office. He took out the portrait of Firuze that he kept with suspicion and under lock and key.

"I wish had met you 18 years ago, you would be my marchioness and the mother of my children, and not that harpy. I love and miss you, Firuze"

The marquis kissed her portrait and dreamed of her, of Firuze, who would always visit him in his dreams. After her death, the Marquis was dead in life without her and was only waiting for his death to go to her, her Turkish sultana.

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In Italy

Chlaus was in Venice on a gondola, crossing the canals of Venice when she appeared in her thoughts again. Her true and only love, the beautiful Melike of Turkey, the goddess of Turkey. A woman who belonged to a Sultan for all but was truly his, since she chose him.

Chlaus always carried the portrait of his beloved Melike very close to his heart and now he took it out to see her beauty.

Melike was one of the Sultan's favorites but she never loved him, but Claus was the true love of Melike, the beautiful one.

"I miss you so much Melike, I wish you were here with me" Chlaus said

"How beautiful lady" the boatman said

"She is my true love"

"Is she your wife?" the young boatman asked

"No... she died"

"Very sorry"

Claus looked at the photo, but it was a photo that didn't compare to her full lips or her soft skin or her chocolate eyes. She left, she was dead because of those people and that Sultan; and now he only had one photo of Melike.

When he arrived at his hotel he decided to sort things out and go to England to see Ciel. He must have known about everything that happened with the Sultan's Four Stars, and that Rachel was not his real mother but Hurrem. For Hurrem, for Maidevram, for Firuze and for his Melike.

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TO BE CONTINUE