She Would Always Repeat Them Thrice, Until The Lies Grew Legs

Rikka harbored an extreme superiority complex over Mio, viewing her as lowly, far beneath Rikka's self-perceived elevated status.

In her opinion, Mio was substandard, nothing short of an abomination whose very existence would only make Rikka's family a laughing stock.

Her very existence was a constant irritant, a thorn in Rikka's side. She despised everything about Mio: her independence, and especially the fact that she possessed Sumio's heart.

This other woman in her son's life was something Rikka could never tolerate. How dare he choose her without the consent of the family's matriarch?

Why didn't Mio understand? Why was she so deluded, thinking she deserved happiness? What made her believe she could take her son away?

Sumio belonged to Rikka, his mother, forever. If he was bored or desired someone to breed with, that would be on Rikka’s choosing.

Nothing could come between their family. She would command their lives, forever unchanging.

Mio had no right to be among her family. She needed to be isolated, expelled—a problem to be eliminated. A lowly being like that belonged in a dark, dirty basement, alone.

Surely, if Mio didn't exist, Rikka would be the happiest.

Right now, she was displeased as hell. Furious as hell, she would lash all out at Mio.

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Yet, Rikka prided herself on her facade of being the benevolent woman, so she kept up the pretenses.

Very well, in fact. Covert attacks were her specialty.

Never ever stab your foe directly with your own hands or speak ill of them using your own lips.

That’s what manipulation is for—someone else to do the dirty work on your behalf. That way, nothing would ever trace back to you.

No blood, no fingerprints. No crime.

She would mock and invalidate Mio in her own special way. Exactly like insulting someone with a backhanded compliment—maximum damage and minimal blowback.

Let Mio taste it, for being so full of herself.

Mio was no match for Rikka, ever. Rikka hadn't lived her whole life for nothing. People like her were the survivors and winners because they knew how to play this game.

She'd keep attacking her until Mio surrendered or simply disappeared from the face of the earth.

To Rikka, everyone else was mere filth, even her benefactors—the very people who had helped her family when they needed it. She would smear them, taking their help as a credit to herself.

She would use them to the bone, take everything, and then simply trample on them.

What's more, with someone like timid Mio, what chance did she have against Rikka, with no affluence backing her?

What could she do when Rikka belittled her, and obviously defined her by some unreasonable reasoning?

She’d gently touches Mio's cheek lovingly while subtly drawing blood. Could Mio scream that Rikka hurt her? No, of course. Rikka was merely adoring her son’s other half. Scratches? Those were accidental.

Oops. Sorry.

None would be wiser.

Mio’s condition, verified by different doctors?

Rikka was certain she was merely trying to gain sympathy. This legitimate illness, backed by undeniable medical proof, would directly challenge Rikka's own long-standing narrative of her miraculous recovery—a tale she'd spun for the past 30 years, claiming it miraculously healed because of the love for her children and needed no doctors.

This narrative was the very foundation of her control. Having long monopolized sympathy and support with her ailment, Rikka was consumed by a murderous jealousy at Mio gaining genuine empathy.

Her children were emotionally tethered to her, bound by blood and her tale, ensuring they'd stick to her forever. She'd been covertly singing her own praises for all that.

And now, this insolent woman, Mio, was threatening Rikka’s established order.

Rikka wouldn't give a damn about objective truth or authority, especially when it threatened her agenda.

If she didn't drag Mio in the mud and ruin her credibility, Rikka's own truth would be on the line. Because the truth from another story could expose the lies in her own.

Rikka must do something to uphold her truth and position. After so long, no one should be able to prove any wrongdoing of hers.

She'd pull a full throttle in her defamation of Mio, accusing her of faking her illness and everything else.

As Rikka was the head of this family, she could twist anything to suit her truth. Repeat a lie three times, and it would sound like the truth. She had repeated it more than enough.

All Mio's credibility, destroyed.

It was just a walk in the park for Rikka. She didn't even have to show her true skin or raise her gentle voice. With gentle admonishment and covert condemnation, Mio would just crumble.

This is what Mio deserved for trying to overreach what she shouldn't have.

©Britt H.

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