Villains also get Second chance

Forget about her, even I had not expected to threaten her publicly, but I was beyond pissed. Her baby, the baby had been on my nerves.

She bit her lip and finally moved aside, taking my threat seriously.

As I bent in front of Killian who was still standing there, mum. I touched his cheek as he finally looked at me.

"Who am I, Killian?" I asked the man in question.

I knew it was early for this question, but if today I lost my rights, it would be very challenging to get it back. So I put all my stake on the boy now. even if it's an act he had to play his part properly.

Finally, he looked at me, his eyes were wet, there were complicated emotions in his eyes, much more for a kid should have.

But it was a challenging time for both of us, as I asked again

"Who am I to you, Killian?"

He bit his lip, trying to control himself as he looked at me. But the moment his eyes met mine, the dam he had hardly taken control of, broke.

As he sobbed hard hugging me and whispered,

"Mother"

To say that I was shocked would not do justice to my feelings. I had waves of emotions, emotions that were foreign to me.

And without realising I joined him in crying. My tears flow as I continued hugging him. Everyone around me turned blue, that moment.

There was no Isabella, no empress, no Cassius. But still, everything felt perfect.

Till now I was with Killian to survive, but right now it was much more that, much more than I can explain and much more than I can understand.

"Say it again" I urged the crying child, my voice was as moist as his.

He used his hands to rub his eyes as he repeated,

"Mother, you are my mother."

And I swear I could have danced right there.

I nodded as I kissed his forehead gently.

"Yes, I am."

Finally, I looked at Isabella. Her face was ashen, it was looking like she had seen the ghost.

"Duchess Meredith. I am sorry for what Killian did to Oliver. But you know how our family is trying to adapt. He is just a child, I hope you understand." I spoke gently, wiping the tears of Killian with my handkerchief.

Meredith nodded, "I understand the archduchess, and I apologise for my kid's mistake."

"It's alright, they are just children, after all." With a smile, I cleaned his face.

"Have you eaten, Killian?" I asked once he looked better.

He shook his head.

"Would you like to have your favourite pineapple fruit pie?"

He nodded.

"Come"

"Your majesty." before I could speak further she nodded,

"It's alright, you can have snacks here with your son. We will continue over conversation some other day."

With that, she walked back and so as other ladies who had followed us here.

Her brother was still looking at me with his golden eyes, which was unnerving.

I did not remember meeting him in my past life. But this incident was also not there.

Had I changed the past now? As the question passed my mind, hope-filled.

"Come let us go." I pulled Killian as he was finally starting moving but the man was still standing there.

I bowed my head a little as I walked past him towards the table. As we sat there various maids brought all the delicacies.

I put some of his favourites on his plate. He looked at the plate in front of him and then at mine empty plate with furrowed brows.

I laughed as I put an eclair in mine, only then did he nod and start eating.

"Killian are you sure, you are alright baby?" Finally, Isabella came to her senses as she walked towards us after standing there like a statue for an eternity.

Her sweet poison was also back again.

"I am alright aunt Isabella. Would you like to eat with us?"

Now it was too late to hold his mouth to stop him from speaking. Right?

Without waiting for a second, she sat there comfortably as the cutlery was set for her.

"Why don't you have pie, lady Isabella?" I asked, laughing as her face turned. Even Killian stifled a laugh at my statement.

"Thank you, your highness," she replied through gritted teeth as she took a pie in her plate.

As we were in public, we followed the decorum as we ate in silence. But the difference was we kept on asking maids to put things in plates of each other, forgetting Isabella as she was left fuming.

"Killian, you did not need to lie, I would have handled the matter" just when we finished the evening snacks and wiped our mouth, Isabella spoke.

Like the words were set on the tip of her tongue for a long time, she was just waiting for the chance to spill them out.

But this was the question that was crawling on my body too.

Had Killian accepted me as a mother or was it just a way to handle the situation? But why would I let her be satisfied with it?

"Mind your tongue, lady Isabella. I can accuse you of creating a rift between me and my son." I threatened coldly and she stiffened,

But in the next second, she turned normal, as she smiled.

"I was just teaching the kid to not lie, how was this a way to create rift?

We both know here that Killian is not your son, you have no child, your highness."

Her words' underlying meaning was I was still a maiden. Killian may not understand but I did it very well.

"No, aunt Isabella. It was not a lie. She is my mother." he replied holding my hand in his and that was a proud moment when the devil in me did not need to take revenge as his words were the best slap on Isabella's face.