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ADELINE’S POV

"Who are you?" I asked, whispering.

She smiled softly. "You can call me Mama," she said, her eyes twinkling with warmth.

"I know this is all very confusing, but you are home now and you are safe here."

I looked at the old woman who just asked me to call her Mama. Her eyes were kind and filled with warmth.

I didn't understand why she wanted me to call her that.

The door opened again. A man walked in. He was in his sixties, tall and imposing. His face was familiar. I knew him immediately.

He was Qyler Devonte, one of the richest men in the world. I stood up, my heart racing. What was going on?

Qyler came closer. He wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug. "Welcome home," he said softly.

I was more confused than ever. My mind was spinning. What was going on?

He stepped back, his eyes glistening. The old woman, who called herself Mama, stood beside him, her hand on his arm. They both looked at me with such intense emotion.

"Please, sit down, dear," the woman said gently