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Chapter Seventeen
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𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚I weave through the aisles of the grocery store, scanning the shelves without really seeing anything. My mind is still stuck on last week, replaying every detail in a loop I can’t turn off.I exhale sharply, shaking my head. I need to stop thinking about this.Focus, Elena. The groceries. Then we're out of cheese or was it milk?I frown, glancing down at my half-filled cart as I can barely remember what I’ve grabbed so far. I should probably call Maya to ask, especially since my phone has been buzzing with texts from her, and knowing how paranoid she has become over me since the night Tyler happened—which I can't blame her for—she’s probably just moments away from sending a rescue team.Pulling out my phone, I tap on her contact and prop it between my shoulder and ear while grabbing a crate of eggs. It rings twice before her familiar, dramatic voice fills my ear.“Finally! I was about to send a damn search party. Do I need to file a missing person’s report?”I roll my eye
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𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚I almost lose my grip on my shopping cart as it rolls forward, nearly slamming into the opposite stall but I manage to stop it in time. “Oh! I—I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to,” a voice stammers from behind.I turn, eyebrows furrowing as I take in the man in front of me. He’s wearing a suit, but it’s slightly rumpled, like he’s been tugging at it all day. His glasses are slipping down his nose, and his fingers tremble as he quickly crouches to grab some boxes that had fallen from a nearby stall.“It’s fine,” I mutter, but something about him puts me on edge.His eyes dart around, shoulders twitching like he expects something or someone to appear. The nervous energy rolling off him makes my skin prickle.He places the boxes back on the shelves, offering a tight, apologetic smile. “Really, I—uh—wasn’t looking where I was going. This is my fault entirely.”I nod stiffly. “Like I said, it's fine. No worries.”I don’t wait for more conversation. Instead, I grip my cart and quic
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𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚A dull, pounding ache drags me back to consciousness. My head throbs viciously, and for a moment, all I can register is the overwhelming weight of it—heavy and sluggish, like my skull has been stuffed with cotton. I groan, shifting slightly to lift my hand to caress my head but a sharp sting radiates from the back of it in return, making me hiss.What the hell happened—The very next second, the memories slam into me all at once, leaving me winded. The grocery store. The black car that'd cornered me. The suited man and the obviously jittery aura surrounding him. Hands grabbing me. The sheer panic, the fight, followed by a blinding pain—and then the bottomless darkness.My eyes snap open, my vision blurry for a minute before it clears up and I take a quick survey of my environment but I don’t recognize where I am.I've been placed in what appears to be a bedroom, one that's lavish and elegantly decorated yet not in a way that feels overbearing. The bed beneath me, which s
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𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚The words hang between us, thick and suffocating in the atmosphere. Your birth mother.I stare at Althea Hawthorne—my supposed birth mother—my pulse roaring in my ears. She looks at me with expectation, with hope, with something so raw in her eyes that it twists something deep in my chest but I shove it down, then force myself to breathe past the lump forming in my throat.“This is a joke,” I laugh humourlessly, shaking my head as my breath comes in fast and sharp. “A sick, twisted joke.”The older woman flinches, but she doesn’t back down. “It’s not. I promise you, Aretha, I would never lie about something like this.”“Stop calling me that.” My voice is sharp, cutting through the tense air in the room. “My name isn't Aretha. I'm—”“Selena Berfield, is it?” She cuts in, her voice laced with heartbreak. “So you'd choose to keep bearing the name given to you by the very people who had humiliated you and cast you out of their family, rather than reclaiming your birth name?”
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𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, forcing the stubborn lump in my throat down. When I finally speak, my voice is hoarse. “H–How did you find me?”Althea perks up, scooting closer to me on the bed, and I realize I don't mind the proximity, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with longing. Her lips part, and for the first time, her composure cracks. Tears pool in her eyes, and she clasps her hands together as if steadying herself.“We never stopped looking for you.”I lift my head to watch her. “You were abducted when you were only three, Aretha. That's why we have just these few pictures from your childhood.” Her voice breaks and I can see the years of pain behind her eyes. “We searched everywhere. We followed every lead we got, but they always led to dead ends. And then…” She lets out a trembling breath. “Then after twenty-three agonizingly long years, we finally saw you.”I frown. “What do you mean?”Althea hesitates, as though she’s trying to gather the strength to say it.
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𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚I spend nearly an hour in the bedroom, trying to steady my breathing, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions storming through me. My fingers absently trace the edges of the bulky photo album still resting on my lap, my mind caught somewhere between disbelief and cautious acceptance.They insist that they’re my parents and somehow, I know it’s true. But knowing and accepting are two different things.I exhale shakily and rise from the bed, packing my items which I noticed they'd placed on the second nightstand. I can’t stay here any longer—I need the space to breathe, to think. When I finally step out of the room, I find Althea and Clive waiting in the hallway, their eyes filled with worry. I brace myself before speaking.“I… I need some time,” I tell them both, my voice quieter than I intend. “This is—this is a whole lot for me to take in, and I just—I need some time to process everything.”I see the instant hesitation in Althea’s eyes first as she takes a smal
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𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚Later that night, I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying the events of the day in an endless loop. My fingers absentmindedly trace over the birthmark I know is on my left breast, the very thing that confirmed what should have been impossible. I found my real parents today.The thought is still surreal, still overwhelming— too massive to fully wrap my head around, but one thing keeps surfacing amid the chaos: My best friend is right.I won’t let my past dictate my present and future. I won't let what the Winthrops and Berfields put me through prevent me from embracing this and giving my biological family a chance. I was never unwanted by my birth parents, and they hadn’t abandoned me. They never stopped looking for me. And if I push them away now out of fear, I’ll never forgive myself.So I decide to make my choice.I’m going to give them a chance. And if things don’t work out in the end, at least I’ll know that I tried. At least, I could still choose to k
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𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚The car ride back to the hotel is quiet.Not awkward. Not tense.Just… still.Cameron alternates between texting on his phone and staring out the window, one of his arms draped over the backseat with his fingers tapping out a silent rhythm against the leather. I watch the landscape blur by—stone buildings and narrow alleyways, ancient churches perched atop hills. The sky is beginning to burn orange at the edges, and for the first time all day, I feel the adrenaline ebb from my body like a tide retreating after a storm.I messed things up. I know I did.But I’d do it again in a heartbeat.We enter the hotel lobby without a word, both of us nodding politely to the concierge who greets us. The golden glow of the chandeliers bathes the space in warmth, but I feel anything but. My shoulders are still tight, my hands still restless.We step into the elevator together, side by side. The polished gold doors slide shut, enclosing us in a gentle hum of silence.I glance at him. “Yo
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𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚The door slams shut behind him.Cameron is gone.And I’m frozen.My pulse hammers so loud I can barely hear the silence that follows. That kind of silence that only exists when something horrible is about to happen. The kind that makes your stomach twist and your lungs forget how to breathe.I press a hand to my chest, trying to ground myself, but the cold leather of the seat beneath me feels more surreal than comforting.Outside, I can see them—Cameron’s tall frame moving like a slow fuse toward a man with a gun. A gun. Pointed directly at our driver, who still stands with his hands raised, eyes wide and pleading. The wind catches the hem of the driver’s jacket, and for a second, he just looks so human. So fragile.I curse under my breath and lean forward to get a better view. My fingers grip the edge of the headrest so tight they ache.What the hell is going on?This was supposed to be a business trip. Silk deals, rare jewels, Cameron flirting too much and me pretending
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𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚The airport is already buzzing when I arrive—suitcase in hand, coat slung over my arm, and a knot of mild anxiety sitting in my chest. I barely slept last night. My thoughts kept circling back to Cameron’s smug face, the glint in his eyes when he said “I’ll take that as a yes.” It irritated me more than I care to admit.Still, I’m here. Against my better judgment, I’m here.I pull out my phone to check my itinerary again when a sharp ding draws my attention. A new notification.My brows knit together as I stare at the screen.A credit alert?The amount is exact—down to the cent—of my flight ticket.What the…?I spin around and march to the nearest cashier window. “Hi, sorry—can I ask about a refund I just received? I don’t remember requesting one.”The woman behind the glass taps a few keys on her terminal, blinking at her monitor. “Yes, ma’am. It says here the refund was requested and approved on your behalf.”“By who?”I hear it before I see it.“Well, well,” comes a dr
Aretha Hawthorne: The Rise Of The Phoenix Chapter Sixty-One
𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚I’m still in Marcus’s arms, chest to chest, as the crowd roars around us in a frenzy of triumph. My pulse hammers in time with the chant echoing through the stadium. His hands are firm against my waist, anchoring me, while mine are curled around his shoulders, refusing to let go. It should be awkward—hell, it is—but in this bubble of noise and adrenaline, nothing else exists. Just us. Just this moment.Then I feel it.A shift.My eyes flicker down to his lips. They’re parted, breathless from cheering. There’s a softness there. A dangerous invitation. And I—I’m not thinking pure thoughts. At all. I want to kiss him. God, I want to kiss him.But his voice breaks through the haze, low and amused, “We’re just friends, remember?”It’s like cold water on heated skin. My smile is tight, reluctant as I pull away. “Right. Just friends.”We fall back into our seats, cheering as the team does their victory lap, but the electric charge between us doesn’t fade. Not entirely. Every bru
