Maya's POV
"Maya, what did you do?" Daniel's voice cut through the room, sharp and accusatory.
"Daniel, please, let me explain—" The words tumbled from my mouth, desperate and clumsy.
But Daniel's eyes were fixed on Fiona, his hands roaming over her arms, her back, checking for injuries. "Are you hurt? Did she harm you?"
Fiona pressed herself against him a little too much, her breasts heaving and bouncing with exaggerated sobs. The torn dress gaped open, leaving view of a soft tantalizing mound of flesh. I watched as Daniel's gaze flickered downward for a moment before he pulled her closer, enveloping her in his arms.
"It's okay, you're safe now," he murmured into her hair, his tone sickeningly gentle.
I stood there, frozen, as Daniel comforted Fiona. The familiar ache of betrayal settled in my chest, heavy and cold.
Finally, Daniel turned to me, his eyes hard. "Well? Are you going to explain yourself?"
I swallowed hard. "I didn't do anything. Fiona, tell him—"
"Oh, Daniel," Fiona interrupted, her voice quivering. "It's not entirely Maya's fault. I... I might have provoked her. I just wanted to wear the dress, and..."
Daniel's face softened as he looked at Fiona. "Shh, it's alright. You don't have to defend her."
He turned back to me, his expression hardening again. "Maya, I can't believe you'd stoop this low. What were you thinking?"
"I wasn't—" I started, but Daniel cut me off.
"Save it. I've heard enough of your excuses." He paused, his gaze raking over me with disgust. "You know, sometimes I wonder why I even bothered marrying you."
The words hit me like a physical blow. I felt my breath catch in my throat, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.
Fiona gasped softly. "Daniel, don't be so harsh. I'm sure Maya didn't mean—"
"No, Fiona. It's time someone told her the truth," Daniel said, his voice cold. "Maya, you need to understand your place in this family. In this marriage."
I stood there, my heart pounding in my ears. Was this really happening? How had everything spiraled so out of control?
My throat tightened. I wanted to scream, to cry, to disappear. Instead, I stood there, powerless.
"Maya," Daniel's voice was icy, enough to make the room feel disturbingly cold. "Apologize. Now."
Before I could respond, the door burst open. My parents rushed in, their faces masks of concern but obviously it was not for me, we were way past that already.
"Mom, Dad," I started, my voice small and tired. It had been weeks since I'd seen them, but I knew better than to expect anything. The familiar ache of disappointment settled in my chest, a better companion these days.
They brushed past me like I was nothing more than a piece of furniture, making a beeline for Fiona.
"What's going on?" my father demanded, his eyes immediately going to Fiona. "We heard shouting."
"Oh, sweetheart," my mother cooed, her hands fluttering around Fiona's face. "What happened? Are you alright?"
My father's eyes locked onto the angry red marks marring Fiona's neck. I frowned, a sickening realization dawning. Those weren't from the dress. They were fresh, raw—self-inflicted. How far would this bitch go?
"What have you done?" My father's voice was low, dangerous. His eyes, so similar to my own, bore into me with a fury I'd never seen before. "Do you have any idea how important tonight is? The investor who's coming could change everything for the company. And Fiona—" he gestured to her dramatically cowering form, "—is crucial. How could you jeopardize this?"
"But I didn't—" I tried to explain, to defend myself.
The crack of skin on skin echoed through the room. My cheek burned, my father's handprint blooming red across my face. I staggered back, shock coursing through me. In all my life, he had never struck me.
"Don't you dare lie," he hissed.
Daniel pulled Fiona closer, if that was even possible. His eyes, once filled with love for me, now held nothing but tenderness and concern for her. "It's okay, baby," he murmured. "I've got you."
My heart shattered into a million pieces.
"Please," Fiona's voice was small, fragile. A perfect performance. "Don't be too hard on Maya. She's... she's still adjusting."
Her false kindness was the final straw. My parents rounded on me, their faces twisted with disappointment and anger.
"Apologize," my mother demanded. "Now."
I looked at them—my husband, my parents, the sister who had stolen everything from me. A lifetime of pain and resentment bubbled up inside me, threatening to spill over.
"Why?" The word came out as a broken whisper. "Why did you bring me back?" They stared at me, confusion replacing anger for a moment.
"Was it because you wanted your daughter?" My voice grew stronger with each word. "Or did you just need a puppet? Someone to control, to use?"
The silence that followed was deafening. I plowed on, years of suppressed emotions finally breaking free.
"What did I do wrong? Why do you treat me like this? I'm your daughter, your own flesh and blood. But ever since I came back, I've been nothing but a disappointment to you. Why?"
My mother's face hardened. "How dare you—"
But I wasn't finished. "You searched for me for years. You cried for me, mourned for me. And now that I'm here, alive and well, you can't even look at me. What changed? What did I do to deserve this?"
The room fell silent, the weight of my words hanging heavy in the air. For a moment, I saw something flicker in my father's eyes But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the cold indifference I'd grown accustomed to.
As I stood there, I realized something. The daughter they had searched for, the one they had loved and missed, died the day they brought me home. And in her place, they had created something else entirely— a puppet on strings.
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Maya's POV The silence that followed my outburst was deafening. I could almost hear the gears turning in their heads, processing what I'd just said. Then, all at once, the room exploded."Have you lost your mind?" My mother's shrill voice cut through the air like a knife. Her face, usually carefully composed, was contorted with rage. "After everything we've done for you?" My father's response was quieter, but no less cutting. "Ungrateful," he spat, his eyes cold and hard. "We gave you everything. A home, a family, a future. And this is how you repay us?" Their words hit me physically, each one chipping away at the resolve I'd built up. I opened my mouth to respond, but my mother wasn't finished. "You know what? Maybe we made a mistake bringing you back," she hissed. "Our real daughter wouldn't be this stupid, this selfish." I flinched, her words cutting deeper than I wanted to admit. Real daughter. As if I was some cheap imitation, a knockoff they'd accidentally brought home. "I
Maya's POV The room buzzed with murmurs as Fiona stumbled through her explanation. From the corner of my eye, I saw my parents exchanging worried glances. My mother's perfectly manicured nails dug into my father's arm as she whispered urgently in his ear. A moment later, they were at my side. "Maya," my father hissed, his breath hot against my ear. "Get up there and help her. Now." I shook my head, a small act of defiance that sent a thrill through me. "No. This is her moment, isn't it? Let her handle it." My mother's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Don't be stupid, girl. Do you want your precious adoptive mother to suffer?"My blood ran cold. "What are you talking about?""It would be such a shame if we couldn't afford her medical bills anymore," my father said, his voice dripping with false concern. "After all, quality care is so expensive these days."The threat hung in the air between us, as tangible as the pearls around my mother's neck. I swallowed hard, memories of my adoptive
Maya's POV "Yes, my wife. Is there a problem with that, Mr. Thorne?" Alex's smile turned casual, almost playful, but his eyes remained sharp. "No problem at all. I just... might have thought differently." Daniel's jaw clenched, and I could feel the anger radiating off him. "If you'll excuse us," he said, his voice tight. "We're needed inside." As he began to steer me away, Alex spoke up again. "Before you go, I must say, Mr. Russo, you're a lucky man." His voice was warm, but his eyes never left mine. "Your wife is not only beautiful but incredibly knowledgeable. A rare combination." Daniel's laugh was just a touch too loud, too forced. "Oh, I know how fortunate I am," he said, pulling me closer. "Maya is... one of a kind." I could feel Daniel's fingers digging into my side, a silent warning. Play along, they seemed to say. "We're very much in love," I heard myself say, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. "Aren't we, darling?" Daniel's smile was all teeth. "Absolutely beso
Maya's POV I stared at the screen, my fingers digging into the worn fabric of the couch. The leather was cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the terrible heat rising in my chest. Three years of marriage, and this is what it had come to.There he was, my husband Daniel, his arm wrapped around Fiona's waist like she was his prized possession. The camera loved them, capturing every detail of their picture-perfect smiles. The studio lights gleamed off their teeth, their eyes, the jewelry adorning Fiona's neck. That was mine, she was flaunting my design as hers. I could still remember the day Daniel and I met. It was an arranged marriage, set up by our parents to unite our families. I had been so naive then, thinking love would naturally follow. How wrong I'd been."I'm the luckiest man alive," Daniel gushed, his eyes never leaving Fiona. "To have this beautiful woman by my side." My stomach churned, a nauseating mix of anger and despair. The necklace glittering around Fiona's ne