In the year 2030, it was a crisp Friday afternoon on the 11th of October, the 26 years old Silver had received a rather unexpected invitation. Duchess Vivian, Anthony's mother, had requested his presence privately at the Draventon Estate. The invitation was delivered in the mail at his home, bearing a sealed envelope embossed with the Draventon family crest, and carried an air of formality. It read:
"Dear Mr. Silver Willow,
I hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits. It is with great pleasure and utmost respect that I extend to you a formal invitation to grace the esteemed Draventon Estate on Sunday, the 13th of October. The gathering shall commence promptly at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and I humbly request your esteemed presence.
While the purpose of this gathering may be unknown to you, I understand your desire for an answer as to why I am requesting your presence at my family humble estate. There is a matter of great importance that I wish to discuss with you privately, and it necessitates a serious conversation that only you and I must have a talk about.
I kindly request that you RSVP by the 12th Saturday of October, confirming your attendance and any dietary preferences you may have. Mr. Silver Willow, I eagerly anticipate your favorable response, and I sincerely hope that you will honor me with your esteemed presence. If you have any questions or require further information, please do not hesitate to reach out to my secretary, who will be more than happy to assist you.
Sincerely,
Her Grace, Duchess Vivian Draventon."
Silver studied the invitation with a mixture of curiosity and surprise. He was intrigued by the invitation, wondering what could have prompted Duchess Vivian to request a private meeting with him. While he had interacted with Duchess Vivian on several occasions during the past five years, the idea of a private gathering at the Draventon Estate felt rather unusual for the glasses-wearing man. Silver knew that his relationship with the Duchess had always been cordial but somewhat distant ever since he dated Anthony. Duchess Vivian had a reputation for being a stern and formidable figure toward her family including his family, and Silver couldn't help but feel a tinge of unease at the prospect of a one-on-one private meeting.
Nevertheless, he decided to accept the invitation and promptly sent his RSVP.
On the designated day, Silver arrived at the Draventon Estate. At 26 years old, Silver maintains his striking appearance, but he has matured subtly. His tan skin with neutral undertones continues to radiate a healthy glow, reflecting his youthful vitality. His curly, wavy black hair up length has changed, now cascading down to his mid-back. His bangs remain parted and gracefully frame his face, with a gentle curl adding to his look. His facial features have matured, giving him a more defined and soft look. In terms of body shape, Silver's tubular physique has evolved into a more rectangular body shape. His shoulders are broader, providing a balanced and athletic appearance. His waist remains trim, creating a defined silhouette that exudes confidence and strength.
He dressed in a tailored peak shoulder single-breasted jacket which features peak lapels, side flap pockets, a single button fastening, and this silver locket shaped like a willow tree that Toren gifted him on Christmas back in 2022 was later turn into an pin-like brooch that he pinned onto his left lapel. Over this jacket is an olive green dress shirt that he neatly tucked inside of his pants. He wears black pants featuring a waistband that's held up by a light brown leather belt and an side pockets and welt back pockets with buttons, and a pair of brown leather cap-toe Oxford shoes. He tied his curly hair into a low ponytail with an olive green ribbon.
He couldn't help but feel nervous as he approached the grand entrance. The estate was a magnificent structure with imposing architecture and manicured gardens, he has visited the estate for the past five years since the Draventons was kind toward the Willows. There is one time where the Duke Edward invited the Willow family to spend Christmas with them for the first time in 2026, the second was Dennise's 2027 wedding of which her three sisters and his twin sisters serve as her five bridesmaids. The third was spending two weeks of July summer vacation with them and the fourth was Anthony's 24th birthday.
A liveried butler welcomed him at the door and led him through the opulent halls of the estate, past portraits of distinguished figures and intricate paintings that adorned the walls. As he made his way to the private drawing room where Duchess Vivian awaited, Silver couldn't help but wonder about the purpose of this gathering.
Upon reaching the private drawing room, the liveried butler discreetly announced his arrival, and Silver entered the room, his heart beating a bit faster than usual.
The drawing room in the Draventon Estate, where Duchess Vivian awaited Silver, was in a Baroque theme.
The walls of the drawing room were adorned with richly patterned silk wallpaper in cream and gold. The intricate patterns featured scrolling vines, floral motifs, and intricate damask designs, all reflecting the ornate style of the Baroque era. The ceiling was a masterpiece in itself, the ceiling was decorated with ornate designs and gold trim around the edge of the ceiling.
The polished parquet floor gleamed underfoot, and an intricately woven Persian rug, adorned the center of the room. The room was furnished with exquisite Baroque-style furniture, including gilded chairs and settees with plush velvet upholstery in rich jewel tones. Elaborate carved details adorned the backs and legs of the furniture, showcasing the craftsmanship of a bygone era.
A grand marble fireplace dominated one wall of the room. It featured intricate sculptural details, and a roaring fire crackled within, casting a warm and inviting glow. The room was adorned with an impressive collection of Baroque art, including oil paintings, and gilt-framed mirrors. Ornate sconces and electric candelabras added to the ambient lighting, casting flickering shadows on the walls and there are also three tall windows that show the view of the backyard garden with cream curtains.
Duchess Vivian, a regal figure in her late fifties, awaited Silver on an elaborately carved settee, upholstered in cream velvet, and her posture impeccable. A small, ornate coffee table was placed nearby, bearing a silver tray with a teapot and delicate porcelain cups and treats laid on the shining silver tray.
She regarded Silver with a measured expression as he entered.
She wore a blouse with a chic and sophisticated design elevated by a delicate self bow tie. The blouse shirt is expertly tailored for a regular-fit, offering a flattering silhouette that suits various body types. The long blouson sleeves with the button cuffs provide a polished finish. The concealed button fastenings ensure a seamless and streamlined appearance. There is also a dark red magenta wool blazer that is double-breasted; it features a shawl collar, two front patch pockets, one button at her left side and modified peplum detailing at the waist. Below, a matching high-waisted pencil skirt in the same dark magenta red falls just below the mid-calf, maintaining a classic and feminine 1950s look while exuding an air of dominance. She wears dark pantyhose and a pair of high pointed-toe stiletto heels in a matching dark magenta red.
Vivian's deep ginger hair, now laced with less silver strands, is styled into an elegant sleek back with a large chignon that showcases her neck and earrings, with a curl side-swept bang. Her ear clips are in gold which is highlighted with faceted rectangle turquoise gems. There is also a matching set of brooch pinned on her bow and ring on her ring's finger which all feature a turquoise surrounded by eight diamonds. Lastly, there is an black metal cat brooch in the sitting position that's also pinned on her right lapel.
"Silver," she greeted him with a nod. "Thank you for coming dear. Please, have a seat."
Silver, trying to maintain his composure, nodded and took a seat opposite the duchess. "Thank you for inviting me, Your Grace," he replied respectfully with his head bow.
The room was filled with quiet elegance as Silver and Duchess Vivian settled into their seats. They sipped their tea and nibbled on the delicate treats laid out on the coffee table. The tea was served in porcelain cups with intricate floral patterns, and the treats were an assortment of petit fours, delicate sandwiches, and miniature pastries, all meticulously arranged.
Duchess Vivian, with her poised demeanor, observed Silver carefully, her keen eyes studying his expressions as they enjoyed the refreshments. Silver, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel curious and anxious about the purpose of this private meeting.
After a few moments of silence, Duchess Vivian finally spoke. "I must say, Silver, you have impeccable taste in attire. That brooch, a willow tree, if I'm not mistaken, is quite unique. Is there a story behind it?"
Silver, slightly taken aback by the question, replied, "Thank you, Your Grace. Yes, there is a story. It's a gift from someone very dear to me, it was actually a locket for a necklace but I use my magic paintbrush to turn it into a brooch. It holds great sentimental value."
Duchess Vivian nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. "Sentimental value is something to be cherished. It reminds us of what truly matters in life."
They continued to enjoy their tea and treats, but Silver couldn't help but wonder when Duchess Vivian would broach the subject of their meeting. The atmosphere in the room remained calm and composed, but the tension beneath the surface was palpable.
Finally, after a prolonged silence, Duchess Vivian set her teacup down and folded her hands neatly in her lap. Her gaze remained fixed on Silver as she began to speak, her tone still composed but carrying a hint of gravity.
"Silver, I trust you have been well," she began.
Silver, his heart pounding, replied, "Ah… Ye… Yes, Your Grace. I've been well, thank you." He ends with a smile.
Duchess Vivian, smiling as well, continued, "I have asked for this private meeting because there are matters of importance that need to be addressed. Matters that pertain to my family, the Draventon family."
Silver nodded, his curiosity growing with each passing moment. "I'm here to listen, Your Grace, and to offer any assistance or information that I can."
The duchess regarded him for a moment before continuing. "I am aware of your relationship with my son, Anthony, which has been a source of both concern and curiosity for me."
Silver, aware that their relationship might not be viewed favorably by Anthony's mother, remained respectful. "I care deeply for Anthony, Your Grace. Our relationship means a great deal to me."
Duchess Vivian's expression remained inscrutable. "I have observed your interactions with him over the years, Silver. I cannot deny that you have had a positive influence on him. Anthony speaks highly of you, and he appears content in your presence."
Silver couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope at her words. "I'm grateful for your kind words, Your Grace. Anthony means the world to me."
The duchess, however, was not done. She slightly straightened her back, her piercing gaze locked onto Silver's. "But you must understand, Silver, that the Draventon family has certain expectations and responsibilities. Anthony is the heir to the Draventon legacy and the future Duke, and his choices have consequences that extend beyond his personal life."
Silver swallowed hard, realizing the gravity of the situation. "I understand, Your Grace. I would never want to stand in the way of Anthony's responsibilities."
Duchess Vivian nodded, seemingly satisfied with his response. "Good. It is important that we are clear on this matter. I will not stand in the way of Anthony's happiness, but I also expect that he will fulfill his duties to the family when the time comes."
Silver, relieved that the duchess seemed open to their relationship, spoke with sincerity. "Your Grace, I love Anthony deeply, and I would never want him to compromise his responsibilities. We will face whatever challenges come our way together."
The duchess leaned back in her chair, her stern expression softening ever so slightly. "Very well, Silver. I can see that you are sincere in your feelings for my son. However, there is another matter that requires your attention."
Silver's brow furrowed in curiosity. "What matters is that, Your Grace?"
Duchess Vivian's eyes bore into his, and her voice took on a tone of both seriousness and calculation. "Tell me, Mr. Silver Willow, how much money do you want to leave my son's life?"
The question hung in the air like an unexpected thunderclap, leaving Silver utterly stunned. He had never anticipated such a twist in the conversation. His mind raced to comprehend what Duchess Vivian had just asked.
Silver blinked, trying to process the words. "I... I beg your pardon, Your Grace. I don't understand. Money to leave Anthony's life? I would never..."
But Duchess Vivian cut him off. "Oh don't play coy, Silver. I am well aware of your background, your circumstances. You came from a humble family living in Orlando Florida, and now you're involved with my son, the heir to the Draventon English fortune. Do you really think I don't see the opportunity for financial gain here?"
Silver's surprise had turned into anger and disbelief. "Your Grace, you have completely misunderstood me. My relationship with Anthony is not based on any ulterior motives or financial gain. I love him sincerely, and I would never exploit our relationship for personal gain."
Duchess Vivian, however, remained unmoved. "Words, Mr. Willow, are easily spoken. But actions speak louder. You must understand that my family's reputation is at stake. I will not allow anything or anyone to tarnish it."
Silver was now grappling with a range of emotions, from anger to heartache. "Your Grace, I assure you that I have never had any intentions of causing harm to your family's reputation. My love for Anthony is real, and I am committed to supporting him in any way I can."
This situation had taken an unexpected turn. Silver found himself caught in the midst of a high-stakes confrontation with Duchess Vivian, a woman who appeared to be playing a far more complex game than he had ever imagined.
Duchess Vivian leaned back in her chair, her expression unwavering. "Mr. Willow, let us not pretend that love is the sole motivator in this world. You are not the first to be enticed by the allure of wealth and status as I have seen with any other young ladies who I've tried to set my son up with. I simply wish to know the price at which you would be willing to sever ties with my son and my family."
Silver's heart ached at the implication that he could be bought or bribed to leave Anthony's life. He had never expected such a proposition, and it left him torn between his love for Anthony and the desire to defend his integrity.
With a sense of resolve, Silver spoke firmly, his voice tinged with sorrow. "Your Grace, I cannot put a price on my love for Anthony. It is not for sale, nor is it negotiable. I will always stand by him, regardless of the circumstances."
The room seemed to grow colder as the standoff between Silver and Duchess Vivian continued. It was a clash of wills and principles, with the future of their relationship hanging in the balance. Duchess Vivian had revealed herself as a formidable adversary, and Silver was faced with an agonizing decision – to stand firm in his love for Anthony or to succumb to the pressure of wealth and status.
Duchess Vivian, unmoved by Silver's heartfelt declaration, continued to press him. "Mr. Willow, you may find my question distasteful, but it is a question that must be answered. How much would it take for you to walk away from my son's life and never return?"
Silver, his emotions roiling, couldn't believe the direction this conversation was taking. "Your Grace, I can't put a price on something so precious as love. Anthony means everything to me, and I won't abandon him."
The duchess scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "You speak of love as if it can conquer all. But you are a realist, Mr. Willow. You must realize that love alone cannot secure a future for you. Wealth, on the other hand, can provide security, comfort, and opportunities beyond your wildest dreams and fantasies."
Silver's voice trembled with anger and desperation. "I won't be bought, Your Grace. I really love Anthony and Anthony love me for who I am, and I'll stand by him through thick and thin no matter what."
Duchess Vivian, however, was relentless in her pursuit. "Very well, Mr. Willow. Let us begin with a modest sum, shall we? Five million pounds. Surely, that would set you up quite nicely, and you could disappear from my son's life forever."
Silver was taken aback by the audacity of the offer. "Your Grace, I am not interested in your money. I want a life with Anthony, built on love and trust."
But the Duchess Vivian continued to press Silver, offering increasingly substantial sums of money in exchange for him leaving Anthony's life, the room seemed to close in around him. It was like a scene from a dramatic Mexican-style soap opera, where the wealthy matriarch tried to buy off the protagonist's love.
Silver's emotions swirled in turmoil. On one hand, he felt a deep sense of betrayal that Anthony's mother could even suggest such a thing. On the other hand, he was resolute in his commitment to Anthony. Love was not something that could be quantified or purchased.
"Your Grace, you misunderstand me," Silver finally managed to say, sadness and frustration. "I'm not here for money. I love Anthony sincerely, and I want a future with him based on our feelings, not material wealth."
Duchess Vivian's demeanor remained unyielding, her eyes fixed on Silver as if trying to break his resolve. "Mr. Willow, you are a mere commoner with no noble lineage or wealth to speak of. You will never truly belong in our world. Think of the opportunities and comfort you could have with this money."
Silver, his heart aching, shook his head. "Your Grace, I never sought to belong to a world of wealth and privilege. My world is one where love, honesty, and sincerity hold the greatest value. I won't abandon Anthony for any amount of money no matter how much you offer me."
Duchess Vivian's frustration grew, she stood up abruptly, her elegant composure crumbling. Her voice rose in anger, echoing through the opulent Baroque-themed drawing room.
"Mr. Willow!" she exclaimed, her tone sharp and incisive. "You persist in this foolish idealism of love. Do you truly believe that you, a commoner, can defy the realities of our world? My son deserves better than this."
Silver remained seated, his own emotions in turmoil but his resolve unshaken. "Your Grace, I believe in the power of love, and I believe in Anthony. Nothing you offer can change that."
Duchess Vivian, her anger unabated, continued her tirade. "You are a fool if you think you can protect my son from the responsibilities and expectations that await him. He must marry a girl of noble blood and secure the Draventon legacy. You, Mr. Willow, can never provide that."
Tension filled the room as their clash of wills intensified. Duchess Vivian's anger clashed with Silver's unwavering determination.
"Your Grace," Silver said, his voice steady, "I understand the importance of your family's legacy, but love should not be sacrificed on the altar of tradition. Anthony and I are willing to face whatever challenges come our way together."
Duchess Vivian's eyes blazed with frustration, and she paced back and forth, her finely manicured hands clenched into fists. "You are ruining my son's future with your stubbornness. I offered you wealth, security, and an honorable exit that no one could ever afford. You reject it all."
Silver took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. "Your Grace, I never sought wealth or an exit. All I want is to be with Anthony, to love him, and to build a life together."
Duchess Vivian's anger flared, and her frustration was palpable. She stood abruptly, her voice now raised, echoing through the opulent drawing room. "Enough of this foolishness, Mr. Willow! Ever since that disastrous dinner incident, I have had to endure your presence, and I can no longer stand the charade."
Silver watched as the woman he had once respected and admired lost her composure. It was a shocking revelation of her true feelings, and it left him bewildered. He had thought he was attending this meeting to discuss the future of his relationship with Anthony, but now it seemed like something else entirely.
The room, adorned in Baroque splendor, had become the stage for a dramatic showdown. Duchess Vivian paced the room, her voice dripping with disdain. She recounted the dinner incident when the Willow family had been invited to the Draventon Estate, and it was clear that the memory still rankled her.
"I cannot tolerate your intrusion any longer," she continued, her anger unabated. "My son may be infatuated with you, including my family, but I refuse to let you disrupt our family any further. You will never truly belong here, Mr. Willow, and it's time you realized that."
Silver, stunned and hurt by her words, could only watch. With a heavy heart, he finally spoke with sorrow. "Your Grace, I never wanted to disrupt your family. I only wanted to love and support Anthony. Especially supporting your family."
Duchess Vivian, her frustration evident, made one final, exasperated offer. "Ten million pounds, Mr. Willow. That's my final offer. Take it, and you'll never see Anthony again."
Silver's heart ached at the ultimatum, but he knew where his priorities lay. With a heavy sigh, he replied, "Your Grace, I won't accept your money. My answer is no."
The room fell into an eerie silence as Silver and Duchess Vivian locked eyes. The tension between them was palpable, and it seemed like the world had come to a standstill. Silver could see the frustration in the duchess's gaze, but he also saw something else – a deep-seated anger that had been festering for years.
And then, in a shocking turn of events, she slapped him across the face with a force that sent him sprawling to the ground. Silver's glasses fell askew, and his cheek stung from the impact. He lay on the polished parquet floor, stunned and in disbelief.
He lay on the intricately woven Persian rug, his cheek stinging from the impact, Silver couldn't believe what had just transpired. He had never anticipated that this meeting would culminate in such a violent outburst from Anthony's mother.
Silver slowly pushed himself up, his hand gingerly touching his reddened cheek. The sting from the slap served as a painful reminder of the chasm that had emerged between him and Duchess Vivian. He had never expected such animosity from her, especially after years of what he thought were respectful interactions.
"Why?" was all he managed to utter, his voice trembling.
Duchess Vivian, her chest heaving with anger and frustration, continued to vent her pent-up emotions. She poured out every word she had been holding onto for the past five years, every ounce of resentment and animosity. Her voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a dagger, as she laid bare her true feelings.
"Mr. Willow, you have been a thorn in my side for far too long," she seethed, her eyes blazing with a fire he had never seen before. "Ever since you entered our lives, you've disrupted the harmony of this family with your presence. You may have fooled my son and the rest of my family, but I see through your façade."
Silver, still recovering from the shock of the slap, could only listen in stunned silence as Duchess Vivian unleashed her pent-up emotions. It was as though a dam had burst, and her words were like a torrential flood, washing over him with accusations and bitterness.
"You come from humble beginnings, Mr. Willow," she continued, her voice dripping with disdain. "You were raised in Orlando, Florida since you were six, far from the world of English aristocracy. Yet you waltzed into our lives with your charm and beguiled my son. You think you can simply insert yourself into our family, but you will never truly belong here."
Silver's heart ached as he heard the depth of her resentment. He had never intended to disrupt the Draventon family, and he had always been grateful for their kindness and acceptance. But now, it was clear that Duchess Vivian had been harboring these feelings for years.
Duchess Vivian paced back and forth, her anger unabated. "I watched as you infiltrated my family, attending gatherings and celebrations with your family as well as if you were one of us. I watched as my son fell under your spell, oblivious to the damage you were causing. You are a commoner, Mr. Willow, and you have no place in our world."
But Duchess Vivian's anger showed no signs of abating. She pointed an accusatory finger at Silver as she continued her tirade. "And now, you dare to defy me, to reject my offers of wealth and security. You cling to your idealistic notions of love, as if that alone can sustain you."
Silver's eyes glistened with tears as he spoke with heavy sorrow. "Your Grace, I understand that you have expectations for Anthony, but love should not be sacrificed for tradition or wealth."
Duchess Vivian's voice rose in a crescendo of anger. "You are ruining my son's future with your stubbornness, Mr. Willow. I offered you wealth, security, and an honorable exit, but you rejected it all. Every single one of my offers! You are selfish and foolish."
Duchess Vivian continued her tirade, anger and frustration, she unleashed a torrent of accusations aimed squarely at Silver. Her eyes blazed with fury, and it was clear that she had been holding onto these feelings for years, allowing them to fester and intensify.
"I have watched as my family has changed because of you, Mr. Willow," she seethed, her words cutting through the air like a sharpened blade. "My daughters have started wearing bright colors instead of the elegant jewel tones I prefer after they see you wearing the color of your attire. My husband, influenced by your love for animals, has decided to end the Draventon family tradition of hunting. Everything has changed, and it's all because of your presence."
Silver listened in stunned silence, his heart heavy with sorrow and disbelief. He had never anticipated that his mere presence would cause such upheaval in the Draventon family. He had only wanted to be with Anthony and love him sincerely.
Duchess Vivian, her voice now trembling with a mixture of anger and frustration, continued her relentless assault. "You are a disruptor, Mr. Willow, an interloper in our world. You think you can change our family's traditions and values to suit your own ideals. You have no respect for the legacy and heritage of the Draventon name."
Tears welled up in Silver's eyes as he tried to find the right words to respond. "B-But Your Grace, I-I-I-"
But Duchess Vivian was unrelenting. She pointed an accusing finger at Silver, her face contorted with anger. "You claim to love my son, but your actions speak otherwise. Love is not just about words; it's about sacrifice and compromise. You are unwilling to make the necessary sacrifices for the sake of our family."
Duchess Vivian's tirade continued as she recounted a specific event that had left a deep mark on her, the Draventon Victorian costume ball. Her anger and frustration boiled over as she described how Silver had become the center of attention during the event, stealing the spotlight from her, the hostess.
"That Victorian costume ball was meant to be my night, a night where I would shine as the hostess and bask in the admiration of our esteemed guests." She spoke with such anger in her voice. "But instead, it became the night of Silver Willow. Every guest was asking about you, praising your attire, and eager to question you about your role as the member of that pesky Dream Defender group."
Silver, still seated on the floor, knows that he has caught everybody's attention at the Victorian Ball with that beautiful gown that his Fairy Dragmother Gigi has given him. Telling him that true confidence comes from within. He is not defined by the opinions of others. Of course, he did not receive any negative comments about him but rather compliments.
"I had specifically requested that you not wear such a gown," Duchess Vivian continued, her voice growing more bitter. "I wanted to protect your image, to ensure you would be a fitting companion for my son and my family at the ball. But instead, you disobeyed me and went behind my back."
Silver attempted to defend himself, his voice shaky. "Your Grace, I didn't intend to overshadow you or disobey your wishes. But I believe that I shouldn't hide my true self just to get everyone's approval."
But Duchess Vivian would not be appeased. Her anger was relentless as she recounted how the guests at the ball had been stunned by Silver's entrance in the exquisite white gown. The memory of that night seemed to haunt her, and she laid the blame squarely on Silver.
"Everyone at the ball was stunned by your sudden appearance," she seethed. "I was supposed to be the talk of the night, dressed more beautifully than any other woman in attendance. But it was Silver, Silver this and Silver that, on everyone's lips. You stole my moment, Mr. Willow."
The room seemed to pulsate with tension as Duchess Vivian's continued. Her anger and frustration reached a crescendo as she recounted the events of the Victorian costume ball, a night that had clearly left a deep mark on her.
Silver, decided to get up, was overwhelmed by a sense of guilt and sorrow. He had never intended to overshadow Duchess Vivian or steal her spotlight. That night had been a moment of self-expression and self-acceptance for him, a chance to embrace who he truly was. But now, it seemed like he had inadvertently caused a rift that could not be mended.
"I'm sorry, Your Grace," Silver whispered with genuine remorse. "I never meant to overshadow you or disobey your wishes. That night was about being true to myself, not about stealing your moment."
Duchess Vivian, her anger unabated, continued to vent her pent-up emotions. "You may claim it was about being true to yourself, Mr. Willow, but your actions that night spoke louder than any words. You disregarded my wishes and became the center of attention, undermining my authority and position."
Soon, she delved into a dark confession that left Silver utterly shocked and appalled. She recounted a series of events that had transpired during Silver's recovery in the St. Anne Hospital after the car crash that had occurred when they were chased by paparazzi.
"I had hoped that the car crash would be the end of your relationship with my son," Duchess Vivian admitted, her words chilling. "While you were recovering in that hospital bed, I seized the opportunity to manipulate the situation. I played the role of a concerned mother, with a fake tone and offering you fake words of support and concern."
Silver's eyes widened in shock as he realized the extent of her deception. The woman he had once respected had intentionally played a role in trying to drive a wedge between him and Anthony during one of their most vulnerable moments.
"All those conversations we had in the hospital, Mr. Willow," she continued with a chilling smile, "they were all part of my plan to make you believe that ending your relationship with Anthony was the best course of action."
Silver's heart pounded in his chest as the weight of her words settled upon him. The shock and disbelief were overwhelming. He had trusted Duchess Vivian during those difficult days, believing her to be genuinely concerned for his well-being, but now he realized the extent of her manipulation.
"You see, Mr. Willow," she said, her voice dripping with malice, "I wanted you out of my son's life, I couldn't stand seeing my son being around with you and I was willing to go to great lengths to achieve that. I saw an opportunity in your vulnerable state, and I exploited it."
Tears welled up in Silver's eyes as he tried to comprehend the depth of her deceit. He had believed that the concerns she had expressed were genuine, and now it was clear that she had been acting with cruel intentions.
"You are so easily manipulated, Mr. Willow," Duchess Vivian continued with contempt. "You fell for my act, hook, line, and sinker. You have to believe every word I have said to you, it was almost too easy."
Silver's emotions were a tumultuous mix of shock, anger, and betrayal. He had trusted Duchess Vivian, believing her to be a person of integrity and honor, and now he realized the extent of her deception. It was a painful revelation that left him feeling vulnerable and exposed.
Duchess Vivian's confession continued, each word driving a wedge between them. "I wanted you to believe that ending your relationship with Anthony was the right choice, that you couldn't be part of my son's world. I wanted to break you apart, Mr. Willow."
Silver spoke so quivering with anger and heartache as he responded, "Your Grace, I trusted you during those difficult days of my recovery. I never imagined that you could be so manipulative and deceitful."
Duchess Vivian, her voice filled with disdain, continued her confession. "I wanted to protect my family's legacy and ensure that Anthony would marry a girl of noble blood. Your presence threatened that, and I was willing to do whatever it took to remove you from the picture."
But she, however, remained unrepentant. "Your love is a naive and foolish notion, Mr. Willow. It has no place in the world of nobility and tradition. I wanted to protect my family's name and secure Anthony's future."
The room was filled with tension as Duchess Vivian's shocking confession hung in the air. Silver's emotions were in turmoil as he grappled with the truth of her deceit and manipulation.
"Your Grace," Silver finally said, his voice filled with sorrow, "I had always believed that love could conquer all, that it transcended social status and wealth. I may have been naive, but my feelings for Anthony are stronger."
Duchess Vivian's confession had shattered the illusion of the respectable woman Silver had once admired. It was a stark reminder that even in the world of privilege and aristocracy, darkness could lurk beneath the surface.
The room fell into an eerie silence as Silver and Duchess Vivian locked eyes. The shock of her confession still hung heavily in the air, and it was clear that their relationship had been irreparably damaged. Duchess Vivian had revealed herself to be a manipulative adversary, and Silver was left to grapple with the emotional fallout of her betrayal.
Duchess Vivian's shocking confession continued, her malicious intent becoming increasingly apparent to Silver. As he struggled to absorb the depths of her deceit, she revealed another dark chapter from the past.
"Do you remember the Victorian Ball, Mr. Willow?" she asked with a sinister smile. "I took great pleasure in introducing you to Catherine Wellington, Anthony's former fiancée. I made sure to fill your mind with tales of their history as they danced together."
Silver's eyes widened in disbelief as he realized the extent of her manipulation that night. The intention had been clear – to make him feel uncomfortable and insecure.
"But what truly upset me," Duchess Vivian continued, her voice dripping with venom, "was when Catherine apologized to you and the two of you became good friends."
Silver's heart sank as he understood the cruel game Duchess Vivian had played during the Victorian Ball. She had wanted to sow discord and jealousy between him and Catherine, and when that plan had backfired, it had clearly infuriated her.
Her confession took an even darker turn as she revealed her sinister actions that night. "I also paid and threatened the female staff to spill food onto your attire, Mr. Willow," she admitted with a chilling laugh. "I wanted her to make it look like an accident, ruining your attire and forcing you to spend the entire night alone in your guest room with no backup outfit to wear."
Silver's shock deepened as he processed the revelation. Those mistake made by the staff, were all orchestrated by Duchess Vivian.
Duchess Vivian couldn't hide her amusement at Silver's stunned expression. "You see, Mr. Willow," she taunted, "I found it quite entertaining to emotionally manipulate you. You were so easily played."
Silver's emotions were a turbulent mix of shock, anger, and betrayal. He had trusted Duchess Vivian during those events, and now it was clear that she had orchestrated a series of calculated moves to make him feel insecure and isolated.
Duchess Vivian's confession had revealed a darkness within her that Silver had never suspected. It was a stark reminder that she was not the honorable woman he had once believed her to be.
In that moment, as the weight of her shocking revelations settled upon him, Silver knew that the future of his relationship with Anthony and his place within the family had been irrevocably altered. The trust he had once placed in Duchess Vivian was shattered beyond repair, and the emotional scars ran deep.
Duchess Vivian's sinister grip on Silver's cheeks tightened all the sudden, her nails digging into his skin as she pierced his flesh. The pain shot through him, but he refused to show weakness in the face of her cruelty.
With a venomous glare, she leaned in closer, her voice dripping with malice. "Mr. Willow, I'll give you one last chance to leave my son. If you agree to walk away from Anthony, I'll offer you a substantial sum of money, enough to ensure a comfortable life far away from our family."
Silver's jaw clenched, his resolve unwavering. He knew that accepting her offer would mean betraying his love for Anthony, a price he was not willing to pay. He met her cold gaze with defiance.
"No," he replied firmly, the word escaping through gritted teeth. "I will not abandon the person I love for any amount of money."
Duchess Vivian's eyes burned with rage as she heard his resolute answer. In a fit of anger, she pressed her nails deeper into Silver's cheeks, causing him to wince in pain. Her grip was unrelenting.
"You foolish boy," she hissed. "You'll regret this decision."
But Silver remained steadfast, unwilling to compromise his love for Anthony. He endured the pain, his determination unwavering, as he silently vowed to stand by the man he loved, no matter the cost.
Duchess Vivian's sinister grip on Silver's cheeks even tightened further, her nails digging deeper into his skin as her anger grew. She leaned in even closer, her voice dripping with malice and desperation.
"Mr. Willow," she hissed, "I'll give you one last final chance to leave my son. You can have all the money you could ever dream of, a life of comfort and luxury far from here. All you have to do is take my offer and walk away from Anthony."
Silver's jaw remained clenched, and his eyes remained locked on Duchess Vivian's spiteful gaze. He knew that giving in to her final offer would betray the love he held for Anthony for years, and that was a sacrifice he was unwilling to make.
"No," he replied firmly, his voice sneered. "I… won't."
Duchess Vivian's face contorted with fury at his continued refusal. In a fit of rage and frustration, she pressed her sharp nails even deeper into Silver's cheeks, causing him to wince in pain. Her grip was merciless, but still, Silver did not yield.
"You… you stubborn fool!" she exclaimed. "You're throwing away a fortune for a hopeless romance!"
But Silver remained resolute, enduring the physical pain as he had made his choice, and nothing could sway him.
Duchess Vivian's fury reached its breaking point, and with a maddened expression, she slapped Silver once more on the same spot, even harder than before. Her actions were driven by rage and desperation as she sought to break his resolve.
Duchess Vivian, her eyes blazing with rage, spat out her words. "You insufferable wretch! How dare you defy me!"
The sharp, stinging pain radiates across Silver's face, and he couldn't help but let out a pained gasp. However, he refused to beg or plead. Instead, he met her crazed gaze with defiance.
"You can hurt me as much as you like," he said through gritted teeth, his voice steady despite the pain. "But I won't abandon Anthony. I love him, and I won't betray that love."
Duchess Vivian's slap had been harsh, but it had failed to shake Silver's determination. His unwavering commitment to Anthony remained intact, and he was prepared to endure whatever pain she inflicted to protect their love.
Duchess Vivian, seething with anger and frustration, couldn't break Silver's resolve. She demanded one last time, her voice trembling with fury, "Leave, Mr. Willow. Leave now, I want you out of this room."
Silver, his face marked with pain from her earlier assault, remained silent. He turned away from her and began to walk toward the door, each step filled with determination. He reached for the doorknob, his hand trembling ever so slightly. He was torn between his love for Anthony and the torment he had endured in this house. But his heart remained steadfast, and he couldn't abandon the person he loved.
But as he reached for the doorknob, Duchess Vivian's rage reached its boiling point. In a fit of madness, she grabbed a delicate teacup from a nearby table.
Duchess Vivian, growing increasingly unhinged, couldn't tolerate his silence.
"I said, LEAVE!" she shrieked loudly, her voice echoing through the opulent drawing room. She hurled it toward the wall, mere inches from Silver. The teacup shattered into pieces, leaving a jagged pattern on the wall, its contents splattered in a chaotic mess.
Silver flinched at the sudden, violent outburst, the shards of porcelain narrowly missing him. He turned to look at the wreckage, his face a mask of calm in contrast to the chaos around him.
Duchess Vivian's chest heaved with anger as she watched Silver remain silent, his back turned to her, and her attempt to intimidate him with the thrown teacup had failed. She felt a sense of powerlessness, unable to bend him to her will.
With a final glare, Silver walked out of the drawing room, leaving behind a shattered teacup. He knew that he was walking away from more than just an opulent setting; he was leaving behind a woman who had once held his respect but had now revealed her true, malicious nature.
He knew that he had made the right choice in standing by Anthony, even in the face of such cruelty and manipulation from his mother.
The door closed behind him, leaving Duchess Vivian alone in the room, seething with anger and frustration. She had failed to break Silver's unwavering commitment to Anthony, and the consequences of her actions hung heavily in the air.
Once Silver walked away from the drawing room, he knew that the path ahead would be filled with challenges and uncertainties, but he was determined to face them for the sake of his love for Anthony.
Silver's footsteps echoed through the grand hallways of the Draventon Estate as he made his way towards the front foyer. The exquisite artwork that lined the walls, the glistening chandeliers overhead, and the porcelain vase filled with flowers all seemed like a distant, fading dream. The weight of Duchess Vivian's sinister confessions and her physical assault hung heavily upon him.
When he reached the entrance of the foyer, the imposing double doors stood before him like an ominous gateway. The sunlight streamed in through the tall windows, casting elongated sunbeams on the marble floor. It was a stark contrast to the opulence of the estate; the silence and solitude in this moment were deafening.
Silver's steps slowed, and he could feel his strength waning. The enormity of what had just transpired, the revelation of Duchess Vivian's deception, and her violent outburst had left him emotionally battered. He couldn't suppress the overwhelming wave of despair that welled up within him.
Knees trembling, Silver collapsed to the floor, his sobs wracking his body. The tears flowed freely, an outpouring of the pain, anger, and heartache he had suppressed for so long. He had endured manipulation, betrayal, abuse, and cruelty from the woman he had once respected, all for the sake of his love for Anthony.
He clutched at his chest, as if trying to hold the shattered pieces of his heart together. The sobs echoed in the vast foyer, the emotional turmoil he was experiencing. It felt as if the world had crumbled around him, leaving him broken and alone.
Memories of his time with Anthony flooded his mind — their laughter, their shared dreams, the journey they had been through, and the warmth of their love. It was a love that had sustained him through countless challenges, but now it faced its greatest test.
The grandeur of the Draventon Estate seemed hollow and empty in that moment. Silver felt a profound sense of isolation, as if he were adrift in a sea of uncertainty. He had chosen love over wealth, integrity over manipulation, but the cost of that choice was tearing him apart.
His sobs continued, each one a painful reminder of the love he had lost with Duchess Vivian's revelations. Silver had always believed in the power of love to conquer all, but now he questioned whether it could withstand the storm of cruelty and deceit that had been unleashed upon it.
So, Silver remained on his knees in the dimly lit foyer, his tears eventually giving way to a quiet resolve. He knew that he couldn't undo the past, but he could shape the future. His love for Anthony was unwavering, and he was determined to fight for it, no matter the challenges that lay ahead.
"Silver?" A voice called out his name.
Silver looks up to see a handsome man standing at the entrance of the Estate.
A 27-year-old man with physical appearance has striking features. His warm fair skin tone and his coneflower blue eyes captivate him. His shoulders have broadened even further. His athletic build showcased a strong upper body, well-defined chest, and a narrower waist. He has a blend of orange and chocolate brown hair color with this smooth and soft curly locks structure and his bangs were swept back from one side of his left side head across his forehead over to the other side, and he has short stubble beard on his face.
He is dressed wearing this red & black flannel jacket designed with a black drawstring hood. Features a white full-length button-down front, long sleeves with buttoned cuffs and buttoned patch pockets on the chest, both buttoned are white. Underneath his hoodie, he wears a plain regular-fit white t-shirt in a soft cotton jersey featuring a long sleeve with ribbed crew neck and straight-cut hem. For the bottom half of his outfit, he opts for a pair of dark blue denim jeans which he buckled up with this light brown leather belt with square silver buckles. These jeans are slim-fit to his physique, complementing his well-defined legs and narrow waist. On his feet was a pair of Dark Wheat Nubuck Timberland boots with black padded collar for a comfortable fit around the ankle, and a rubber lug outsole for traction. He keeps the accessories minimal, by wearing a simple silver wristwatch with a brown leather strap on his right wrist.
"Anthony….." Silver spoke softly at him.
From Duchess Vivian's shocking confession to her attempts to break Silver's resolve, the tension and drama were at an all-time high. We witnessed the unveiling of Duchess Vivian's true nature, a woman willing to go to great lengths to protect her family's legacy, even if it meant crushing the love between Silver and Anthony. Her sinister actions left Silver reeling, but his unwavering commitment to love prevailed. The confrontation in the drawing room was intense, with Duchess Vivian resorting to desperate measures to make Silver leave Anthony. But Silver's determination to stand by the man he loved remains unshaken, despite the physical and emotional turmoil he endured from Duchess Vivian's violence outburst.
I was trying to infuse this chapter with the dramatic flair of a Mexican-style soap opera, drawing on the memories of the telenovelas I remember growing up seeing my mom watching her show in my Mexican household living room back in the mid-2005. The tensions, the manipulations, money offerings, face slap, the shocking confessions – they all played out in a grand setting reminiscent of those over-the-top TV Mexican dramas. Except without the whole camera-zooming-into-their-face for every dramatic scene that I normally see in every Telenovela show from my childhood and how extra they are.
I wanted to capture that same sense of melodrama, the passionate confrontations, and the larger-than-life characters that are a hallmark of telenovelas. Duchess Vivian's confession and manipulation were taken straight out of the playbook of the conniving female villains that always seemed to have ulterior motives in telenovelas. Her willingness to resort to any means necessary to protect her family's legacy was a nod to those infamous, scheming matriarchs we often love to hate. Her calculated manipulation and her ultimate rage-fueled outburst were designed to keep you on the edge of your seat, just as those dramatic moments that some female antagonists from the TV shows did for my mom back then.
Next Chapter: Anthony was furious and decided to confront his mother once and for all.