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My mind raced. The documents in Alex's file—photos of me selling beads at that fair, dated three years before my "rescue." Surveillance photos with my birth parents clearly visible in the background."They wanted..." I couldn't finish the thought."They wanted you trained," she said simply. "Wanted you once you could bring value to their company. Once you'd fully absorbed my techniques."I pulled my hand away, suddenly needing space. The room felt too small, too hot."I'm not saying what I did was right," she continued, her voice wavering. "It wasn't. But neither were they the grieving parents they pretended to be.""Why didn't you tell me any of this?" I demanded, anger flaring again. "When I was older? When I could understand?"She looked away. "Cowardice," she admitted quietly. "By the time you were old enough to understand, I couldn't bear the thought of you hating me.""And when they found me? When they took me back? You just let it happen."She closed her eyes briefly. "What cho
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-07Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Grandfather's Confession.
The night at the cabin was a bust. Four hours of prying at stones around the fireplace in the basement, fingers raw and bleeding, only to find nothing. Whatever case Mami Lulu had hidden was either gone or I was looking in the wrong place. By the time I gave up, it was nearly 3 AM and my hands were too sore to keep trying.I crashed on the couch for a few hours before driving back to the city, arriving with just enough time to shower and change before heading to Grandfather's mansion. The place always made me uncomfortable—too many memories of Daniel, too much inherited wealth on display. But today the discomfort was different. Sharper. I wasn't walking in as Daniel's wife anymore. I was walking in as... what? The heir to what might have been stolen in the first place?The security guard recognized me, nodding as I parked. "Mr. Russo is expecting you, ma'am."No one greeted me at the door. Not unusual—Grandfather had always run a lean household staff, unlike Daniel who wanted attendant
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Robert KingstonI reviewed the quarterly earnings report with a satisfaction that never quite dulled, no matter how many successful quarters Vega Designs had posted. The numbers were consistent: 8% growth year-over-year, expanding European distribution, increasing margins on our premium line. The market remained hungry for our signature aesthetic.Setting the report aside, I gazed out over Manhattan from my corner office. Eighteen floors up, the city spread out like a complex living organism, each part serving its function. Much like a well-designed company. Much like a well-designed family.My thoughts drifted to Maya—my wayward daughter who had become an unexpected thorn. When she disappeared at age four, my first reaction had been pure fury. Not at losing my child—though I'd performed that part convincingly for the press—but at Lupe Vega's audacity. Taking our daughter as if that somehow balanced the equation."She thinks she's punishing us," Caroline had said through carefully meas
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AlexI wiped down the kitchen counter for the third time, tossed the cloth in the sink, and checked my watch again. 4:17 PM. Maya had been at Giuseppe's mansion for over two hours now. Every instinct told me to drive over there, wait outside, make sure she was okay. But I'd promised myself—promised her, really—that I'd stop the surveillance. Stop the control. Stop treating her like someone who needed saving.The apartment felt too empty. Too quiet. I'd canceled my cleaner when she'd missed her usual day earlier in the week. Now I almost wished for the company, for someone else's presence to distract me from wondering what Giuseppe was telling Maya, what revelations she was facing.I made myself a cup of coffee I didn't need, ignoring the tremor in my hands from too much caffeine already. Paced the living room. Checked my phone again. The security update showed Daniel was still safely contained at the psychiatric facility. Small mercies.When the restlessness became unbearable, I walked
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What followed was a blur of sensation. The shocking heat of the cabin after the forest's cold. Strong hands stripping off my wet clothes. A scratchy blanket wrapped around me. Something hot pressed into my hands—a mug of broth that I couldn't hold steady enough to drink until the woman's weathered hands closed over mine to help."Sip slowly," she instructed, her accent thick but her English clear. "Too fast will shock your system."The girl—Maya—watched from nearby, her expression curious but not frightened. As my shivers gradually subsided, she edged closer."Where did you come from?" she asked."H-hiking trail," I managed. "Got separated. From my family."The older woman—Maya called her Mami Lulu, though I'd later learn her real name was Lupe—exchanged a look with Maya I couldn't interpret. Something cautious, almost suspicious."Rangers will find him tomorrow," Maya said, as if answering an unspoken question. "He can stay tonight, right, Mami?"Lupe hesitated, then nodded once. "He
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MayaThree days after my meeting with Grandfather, my phone rang at 4:37 AM. I was already awake—sleep had become a luxury I couldn't seem to afford lately. Too many revelations, too many shifting pieces in the puzzle of my life.The screen showed Sunset Valley Care Center. My stomach clenched."Hello?" My voice sounded strange to my own ears."Ms. Russo?" Nurse’s voice, tight with restraint. "I'm sorry to call so early, but your mother has taken a significant turn. Her vitals are declining rapidly. The doctor thinks—" She paused. "It would be best if you came now.""I'm on my way." I was already pulling on jeans, the phone tucked between ear and shoulder."She's been asking for you." A small hesitation. "She wants to see you.'"I grabbed my keys, not bothering with makeup or even brushing my hair. The roads were empty at that hour, the city still suspended between night and morning. I drove like a robot, muscle memory guiding me while my mind raced ahead to the facility, to Mami Lulu.
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The memory faded, replaced by the sterile hospital room, the frail woman who was the center of that fiction. Would everything have been different if I'd known the truth then? If I had known those cruel children had been right about something I'd defended so fiercely?I stared at Mami Lulu's slack features, feeling a tangle of emotions so complicated I couldn't begin to name them all. Grief, yes. Love, absolutely. But I was also angry. Not just at the deception that shaped my entire life, but at her for dying now, for leaving me with half-formed revelations and cryptic messages and the pain in my chest.It was selfish to be angry at someone for dying. Selfish to want them to wake up one more time and explain everything—not just the self-serving confession of a guilty conscience, but the whole truth. The parts she'd held back even in that moment of clarity. The whys and hows that would probably never make sense to anyone but her.And beneath all that, a strange, unsettling gratitude. Sh
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-11Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Mami Lulu’s Deception
The funeral took place three days later at a small chapel just outside the city. I'd chosen everything myself—the simple pine casket, the single arrangement of mountain wildflowers I'd ordered specially from a grower in North Carolina, the old recording of Spanish guitar music that played softly as the few attendees gathered.I'd spent those intervening days in a fog of memory and regret, drifting between arrangements and flashbacks. What kept returning to me was the day I first started understanding the truth about who Mami Lulu was and wasn't to me.I'd been sitting on our cabin porch, methodically sanding the rough edges from a piece of wood. A car had appeared on our dirt road—unusual enough that I'd stood up, shading my eyes against the sun. The shiny black SUV looked alien against our scrubby yard, like a spaceship landing in a cornfield.Two people emerged—a woman in clothes more formal than anything I'd ever owned and a tall man in an expensive-looking suit. The woman stared a
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Outside, the night air was sharp with cold, stars impossibly bright in the clear mountain sky. I sat on the porch steps, my breath clouding before me, and tried to make sense of everything I'd learned.Three families—the Thornes, the Russos, the Kingstons—tangled together decades before I was born, their ambitions and betrayals setting the course for my entire life. I'd been born into one, stolen by another, married into the third. Every major relationship in my life had been shaped by this ancient wrong, this messiness.And now I held the proof of it all, the key to potentially destroying careers, legacies, reputations. I could bring my parents down with this evidence. Could implicate the Thornes in the cover-up that followed. Could reveal that Giuseppe Russo had known all along who had taken me and why.
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I peeled away the brittle tape, the sound unnaturally loud in the basement's stillness. The hinges protested as I opened the lid.Inside was a manila envelope, discolored with age, and on top of it, a single glass bead—larger than the ones I usually made, its surface an intricate swirl of deep blue and green. I recognized the pattern immediately. I'd been trying to recreate it for years, never quite getting it right. I picked it up, held it to the light. Inside the glass, almost invisible unless you knew to look for it, was the tiny stylized "LV""Her signature piece," I said softly. "The one they stole."I set it carefully aside and opened the envelope. Inside were documents—some original, some photocopies, all showing their age. The first was a patent application dated 1982, complete with detailed drawings of the spiral technique that would later become the foundation of the "Vega method." The name on the application: Guadalupe Vega.Next came photographs where a much younger Mami L
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I blinked, returning to the present as Olivia gently touched my arm. The priest was looking at me expectantly—my cue to speak.I moved to the simple podium. Looking out at the small gathering—just Olivia, a few nurses from Sunset Valley who'd grown fond of Mami Lulu, and, to my surprise, Grandfather Giuseppe in his wheelchair—I found myself struggling to capture the complexity of the woman we were laying to rest.I placed my hands on the worn wood, steadying myself. The note cards I'd prepared the night before suddenly seemed inadequate."I spent hours trying to write this," I began, setting the cards aside. "But everything I wrote felt false somehow. Neat and packaged. And Lupe Vega was never neat or packaged."I took a breath, looking at the simple pine casket with its arrangement of mountain wildflowers."When I was eight, I got sick. Mountain fever, probably—high temperature, hallucinations, the works. We were snowed in, no way to get to a doctor. Mami Lulu sat with me for three da
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