Chapter 158: Played Till The End
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'Is she going to wake up?" One of the women asked, her eyes running over the woman who was lying motionlessly on the bed.
'Who knows? Even though she doesn't know. She can't guess because this woman would always be weak, she had been weak since forever," The second woman standing beside her replied.
'What are we going to do when she wakes up?" The first woman asked.
'What she had planned to do. It doesn't matter if she doesn't lose her memory when she wakes up, she is still going to do it. She has got no choice," She answered.
'And if she doesn't wake up?" Then she would be discarded.
'She is going to wake up," Another woman said entering the room.
'You sound so sure," The second woman said.
'That's because she is already showing signs of waking up Jessica," she answered.
'Is she going to be worth the mission you are putting her on? A mission she has no idea of?"
'The reason the mission is going to work is because she won't have any idea."
'I still don't think that this is a good idea, Heather."
'It doesn't matter if it is a good idea or not, it is what would be done. I need to divert from this mission to go on another as I was ordered. I was told to find some excuse that they would believe on why I would be gone for so long. I don't know how much time I would spend on that trip," Heather replied.
'What if Oliver knows?" The first woman asked again and Heather rolled her eyes in annoyance.
'Amy is crying. Why don't you tend to her?" She said but it obviously wasn't a question.
Amy wasn't crying, if she was there is no way they were going to hear the baby's tears where they are, it was just her own way of telling her to get the hell out of the room.
'What are we going to do if she still has her memory?"
'We would destroy it like we planned to do in the first place before she made it easier for us by jumping off the rooftop. The possibility of her having her memory is small, you were there when she fell, she hit her head on the floor first, and it is a miracle that she didn't die," Heather replied.
'Your parents would go gaga if they realized that Miranda is still alive, they searched for her a lot," Jessica said and Heather continued staring at the woman lying on the bed.
She was the cause of most of her miseries, so she isn't feeling sorry for her at hall for planning to send her to the worst scumbag to ever exist.
'They would never know about Miranda, I would make sure that they don't see her again. She would go to Oliver's mansion and replace me there. Her name would turn to Heather and mine would change too, I hate her name so much so I won't be called that. She would be hated for all the things she didn't do and I would watch with a glass of wine in my hand as her life turned to a mess," she replied with raw hatred in her voice and resentment in her eyes.
She hates this girl a lot.
Miranda who was on the bed started fluttering her eyes, small sounds leaving her lips and Heather used the mask she had always held in her hand when coming into this room, the plan would be a mess if she saw her face.
A small groan left her lips and she opened her eyes, her eyes ran across the room, so beautiful and classy, the most expensive things were used in the room, her eyes went to and fro, trying to find something familiar in the room, her eyes rest on two women who were standing beside the bed and they stared down at her.
One woman had a smile on her face while the other had a mask covering her mouth and nose.
'Who… who… are you?" She asked and Jessica hurried to help her raise her body in order to let it sit and she rested her head on the headrest.
'We are your personal maids during your stay," Jessica said and she stared at her in confusion. 'Don't you recognize us? I am Jane," She continued but she shook her head. 'She is Betty," she continued pointing to Heather, who still had a frown on my face.
'Where am I?"
'You are in Paris,"
'Paris?"
'Yes, you came on a trip but unexpectedly, you had a minor accident," Jessica informed. 'Mr. Gray called today to ask of you but you were asleep,"
'Mr. Gray?" She asked and Jessica nodded. 'Who's that?"
'Mr. Oliver Gray, your fiancé,"
'What? I have a fiance?"
'Miss…" Jessica trailed off but was cut short by the door that opened.
'Miss, your name and signature is required in here," Another woman said to her, it was the first woman that was in the room with them before Heather sent them out.
She placed the file on the table in front of her, she nodded slowly and took the pen and stopped short before she raised her head to look at them with wide and lost eyes.
'What is my name?" She asked and they all exchanged fake shocked and surprised looks, Heather smirked under her mask. 'I don't remember anything!" She exclaimed.
'You are Heather Smith, Ma'am, the Fiancé of Oliver Gray, the second daughter of the Smith family, your sister's name is Fiona but you don't have a good relationship with them," Jessica explained.
'Tell me all you know about me because I am coming up blank, nothing to point towards who I am," She exclaimed in exasperation.
'With all Pleasure Ma'am," Heather was the one who spoke this time. 'There is no one who knows Heather Smith more than I do."
Then she proceeded to tell her about Heather Smith, her secrets, her fears and her source of joy, making every effort to make her believe every word even when it included damaging her emotionally and physically.
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'I am getting you out of there now, you follow my count . . ." Emmy continued trying to get her out of the hypnosis while everyone else in the room had their eyes wide in shock, they couldn't believe their ears, Mrs. Smith was still finding it hard to process, her face was scrunched up in confusion.
Fiona scoffed and hit her back on the chair she was sitting on with disbelief written all over face, but in a way she believed this woman that was sitting in front of them, her mind in a super horrible place, she had no idea how this woman would turn out after she is conscious, she would remember all her fears and all the horrible things she wants to forget, she would have to live knowing that she was used thoroughly in all aspects and she had no idea.
No wonder something didn't sit right with that Miranda, the hatred in her eyes when she first saw them, the smirk in her eyes as her eyes went from one person present to another in the room, the way she kept staring at this woman and the way she flinched in fear, the overconfidence in her eyes and the ‘I know it all' stance.
'Wait. . ." The Detective said 'You are telling me that this isn't Heather but Miranda and the Miranda who just went out is Heather? She just walked out of the station when she is the one that is supposed to be behind bars, the nerve of that bitch!"
Mr. Smith at the real Miranda who fainted as soon as she was out of hypnotic stay and exhaled, Heather really did play them till the very end. Was Sapphire also aware of this?
'I was right when I said that she isn't Heather, she doesn't look like the woman I took care of, some years ago. Yes! I remember that tattoo now, it was the tattoo on Heather when I used to take care of her!" Emmy exclaimed.
'If the woman who just left is really the Heather we knew some years back, then . . ." Doctor Mike trailed off. 'Oh Shit! I must warn Sapphire about her!"
