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cherry's POV The evening breeze swept across my face as Maurice held the restaurant door open for me. His gentle smile made me feel oddly comforted, though I couldnât shake the thoughts swirling in my head. Why did he come to my rescue when Dylan cornered me? How did he even know I was in trouble? Maurice had always been my lawyer and, yes, a good friend, but his sudden intervention felt⊠personal. I couldn't ignore how protective he had become since I moved to London. Once inside Douglas Restaurant, I was struck by the serene ambiance. The soft glow of golden lights and the soothing notes of a piano in the corner made it feel like a scene from a romantic movie. Maurice led us to a table near the window, pulling out a chair for me. His actions felt thoughtful, deliberate, and it only made my confusion deepen. Was I overthinking things? âThank you, Maurice,â I murmured, my voice almost drowned by the soft clinking of cutlery and hushed conversations around us. âItâs nothing,â he
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Cherry's POV I was having a lovely time with Maurice, the dim lighting of the restaurant complementing his warm smile and easy laughter. Yet, my mood soured the moment my eyes landed on Dylan and Sharon. Of all places, why must they be here? Was this a coincidence, or was Dylan following me? The idea sent a ripple of annoyance down my spine. And why did they have to book a seat so close to ours? My grip on the edge of the table tightened, my knuckles turning white. Every glance in their direction made my heart race with a mix of irritation and unease. When Dylan finally had the audacity to question why I was here with Maurice, I almost choked on my drink. His tone was sharp, almost accusatory, as if he had a right to demand answers. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. âWhy Iâm here with Maurice is none of your business, Dylan,â I snapped, trying to keep my voice steady even though my chest burned with frustration. âYou donât get to interfere in my personal affairs.â Sharon, e
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**Dylanâs POV**I was seething. The news hit me like a thunderclap: Lady C was scheduled to meet with my cousin Gabriel. My cousin and my sworn rival. We shared blood, but that was all. For years, our relationship had been nothing but an ongoing tug-of-war, and now, the stakes were higher than ever. Our familyâs company, a multimillion-dollar empire, was at the center of it all. The board had decided that the companyâs future owner would be determined by whose interior design proposal was deemed the best. Gabriel had always been a schemer, but hearing that heâd secured a meeting with Lady Câarguably the best interior designer in the industryâwas like a slap in the face. I paced my hotel suite, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached. My assistant, Leonard, stood by the door, hesitant to interrupt my brewing storm. âLeonard,â I barked, turning to face him, my voice colder than I intended. âWhereâs this meeting happening?â He flinched slightly but handed me a slip of paper with an add
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cherry's POV From my office, I leaned back in my chair, my eyes fixed on the multiple screens displaying various angles of my companyâs premises. The CCTV feed was my silent guardian, revealing the movements of everyone who dared step into my territory. When Dylanâs sleek black car rolled into the parking lot, my chest tightened in anticipation. Of course, he was hereâagain. The man didnât know how to take no for an answer. I watched as he exited the car, his jaw tight and his posture radiating arrogance. My lips curved into a cold smile. This wasnât a social call; it was an ambush. I reached for my phone and typed a quick message to my secretary, instructing her to deny him access to my office. She had handled worse situations with finesse, and I trusted her to do the same this time. As I saw her intercept Dylan at the door, the disappointment on his face was almost satisfying. However, my satisfaction didnât last long. Seconds later, Gabriel, his cousin, walked in, his stride conf
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**Dylan's POV**Today is my company's anniversary party, and Iâm brimming with excitement. My company is older, stronger, and more influential, and thatâs a reason to celebrate. But my excitement is about something more. Lady C. She agreed to attend tonight, and that, my friends, is a huge deal. You have no idea how thrilled I am. When I first received the message from her assistant confirming her attendance, I couldn't believe it. I thought maybe, just maybe, it was all a mistake. But no. Sheâs actually coming. And for a moment, it felt as if everything was aligning in my favor. Iâve been waiting for this chance for so long. Iâve worked hard to build my empire, and tonight, Iâm one step closer to securing a future with her, both personally and professionally.Iâve been to so many parties, but this one is different. The thought of meeting Lady C fills me with anticipation. Sheâs not just a celebrityâsheâs the key to a successful future for my business. If I can get her to sign on with
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**Cherry's POV (Revised and Lengthened)** The audacity of themâhow dare they think Iâm not Lady C? The moment I stepped into the grand hall, their skeptical gazes pierced me. The whispers grew louder, crawling over my skin like an unwelcome chill. It was almost unbearable. Did they truly believe I lacked the qualifications to stand here, to own this identity? I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms as I fought to keep my composure. Five long years at one of the top design universities in the United States, countless sleepless nights perfecting my craft, and they had the nerve to reduce me to my past. A housewife. Dylanâs wife. Their small minds couldnât fathom that I could have evolved beyond the person they once knew. But, of course, I shouldnât have been surprised. How could I expect them to understand my growth when they hadnât been there to witness it? I straightened my back, forcing a confident smile that didnât quite reach my eyes. They would see. They would *all*
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**Cherry's POV The party buzzed with opulence, every corner dripping with wealth and elegance, yet all I felt was a roaring inferno of anger bubbling within me. My mind spiraled back to the surveillance footage Iâd seen years agoâgrainy, yet unmistakable. A brooch gleaming faintly on the culpritâs chest as my parents' lives were cruelly extinguished. That brooch, I noticed tonight, was pinned on the dress of Dylanâs mother, glinting under the chandelier lights like a cruel mockery of justice. Was it a coincidence? My mind raced, but my heart? It seethed. **âEven if sheâs changed her clothes a hundred times over the years, that broochâŠâ** I whispered to myself, my fists curling tightly, nails biting into my palms. **âItâs a clue, and I wonât let it slide.â** I turned my gaze toward her, standing there smugly, her laughter like shards of glass grating on my nerves. The very sight of her filled me with unrelenting rage. She had always hated me, made me feel small and unworthy during
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**Cherry's POV** I couldnât deny itâwhen Gabriel stepped into the hall, I already knew what was about to happen. My heart thudded in anticipation, but my face remained calm, a perfect mask of composure. Gabrielâs entrance was not just an arrivalâit was a declaration. He was going to clear the air about me. He was going to reveal the truth about who I was, whether I was the enigmatic Lady C or just a figment of someoneâs delusions. Dylan, however, had other plans. From the moment I stepped into the hall, heâd been attempting to ruin my night. His desperate attempts to discredit me were as pitiful as they were predictable. And all of it because of his fiancĂ©eâor rather, his so-called fiancĂ©eâSharon. She was the architect of this chaos, a puppet master pulling Dylanâs strings to her tune. As Sharonâs shrill voice rang out, demanding that I leave the hall, I felt a surge of anger rise within me. Her audacity was unmatched. My lips curled into a sardonic smile as I glanced her way. S
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### **Cherryâs POV** I was already packing my things when my thoughts clouded my judgment once again. It wasnât just about leaving anymore; it was about something far biggerâfinding out the real killers of my parents. My heart clenched at the thought, the pain of their deaths resurfacing like an old wound torn open again. The truth had been buried for so long, but I knew that if I stayed, Iâd be forced to confront it sooner or later. And that wasnât even the worst part. I had to leave because if I stayed, my secrets would be exposed. Dylanâs mother was bound to find out sooner or later that Selena wasnât just some random girlâshe was tied to them in a way no one would expect. The resemblance was uncanny. The same face. The same mannerisms. The same taste. She was a replicant of her father, and that was the last thing I wanted anyone to realize. Because if they did, they would take her away from me. They would demand that I marry Dylan, and that was something I absolutely couldnâ
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Sharonâs POVTo be honest, I never intended to destroy their land. That was never my goal. All I wanted was to make Cherry suffer, to force her to submit, to watch her crumble beneath the weight of her own despair. But fate had other plans. Dylanâhe forced my hand. He backed me into a corner, left me in that godforsaken prison without a second thought, and now, I have no choice but to strike back. For months, I rotted in that hellhole. The walls were cold, suffocating. The air reeked of sweat, filth, and hopelessness. Every night, I curled into myself, hugging my knees as the sound of metal bars clanking against each other echoed through the corridors. The guards showed me no mercy. They beat me, starved me, humiliated me. Each strike, each bruise, each unrelenting moment of agony reminded me of one thingâI was alone. Dylan never came. Not once. Not even a message. Nothing. But I didnât expect him to. I knew the rage that burned in his eyes the day I was dragged away. It was the k
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**Mrs. Taylor's POV** Regret is a heavy burden, one I have carried for too long. I know Cherry has hated me for a very long time, and I don't blame her. I hated myself, too. I was blind, foolish, and cruel. Had I believed her, had I treated her like my own daughter instead of pushing her away in favor of Sharon, things wouldnât have spiraled into such a mess. My husband always loved Cherry as if she were his own, yet I failed her. I failed my family. But now, I know the truth. **Sharon.** The very girl I placed my faith in, the one I protected at all costs, was the snake in our midst. She orchestrated every lie, every betrayal, every heartbreak. **All of it was her plan.** The realization clawed at my heart like a thousand knives. How could I have been so blind? But I will make amends. I will right my wrongs. **I will ensure Sharon rots in jail.** And Cherry⊠she has a daughter. **A daughter who keeps me up at night.** Thereâs something ab
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### **Cherry's POV** The room was heavy with silence, thick with the weight of betrayal, lies, and long-hidden truths finally coming to light. Sharonâs secrets were no longer buried; they were on full display, every shameful deed exposed for the world to see. The gasps and murmurs around us confirmed that no one had expected this revelation. I could see it all in her wide, panic-filled eyesâthe realization that her carefully crafted web of deceit had crumbled to dust. She had manipulated, schemed, and even conspired with Gabriel behind everyoneâs backs. And despite knowing full well that Dylan and I were set to be married, she had still chosen to betray us, indulging in an affair with him. Worse, she had been the one poisoning everyoneâs minds against my mother, twisting facts, turning me into the villain. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palm as my heart pounded with both fury and vindication. âLies!â Sharon shrieke
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### **Cherry's POV** After my discussion with Dylan's mother, an odd sense of sympathy settled in my heart. She seemed genuinely remorseful for how she had treated me when I was married to her son. Her eyes, once sharp with disdain, now carried the weight of regret. It was as if the years had reshaped her into a better person. When she handed me a thick file, my fingers trembled slightly. *Everything you need to know about who killed your parents is in here,* she had said, her voice hushed yet firm. My breath hitched. *"It wasnât me, Cherry."* She clutched my hands, her grip weak but desperate. *"I know you hated me, and maybe you still do, but I swear on everything I hold dearâI never ordered their deaths. Someone else did. Someone who wanted you to believe it was me."* I wanted to reject her words, to hold on to my bitterness, but something in her expression stopped me. A motherâs sorrow? Or was it the truth? I exhaled sharply, gripping the file tighter. *"If you're lying
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### **Cherry's POV** I arrived at work in my usual peaceful manner, carrying myself with the same quiet composure I always had. But nothing could have prepared me for the heartbreak that awaited me. Sharon walked up to me, her lips curled into a smug smile, and without a word, she handed me an envelope. My heart pounded as I took it from her hands, my fingers trembling slightly. A strange feeling settled in my chest, but I ignored it as I slowly peeled open the envelope. And then, I saw it. A wedding invitation. My breath caught in my throat, my fingers tightening around the card as my vision blurred with unshed tears. Sharon was inviting meâto her wedding. To the man I once loved. The man I had given my heart to. My ex-husband. A sharp pain stabbed through my chest. For a moment, I couldn't breathe. My head spun as an overwhelming wave of emotions crashed over meâpain, betrayal, jealousy. I knew I had no right to feel this way. We were over. It was long done. But that d
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cherry's POV I am feeling so much better now, and I need to get back to work. There are things I have to clear before I can leave Legacyâs company. Today, the office feels heavier than usual. Maybe itâs the pile of files stacked on my desk, screaming for attention. Iâve already ensured my daughter is taken care ofâthanks to Kiva, whoâs been doing exceptionally well at handling things for me. But as I sit in my chair, trying to tackle the mountain of paperwork, I canât shake the sense of unease creeping over me. Just as I start to make some progress, the door creaks open. I donât even have to look up to know who it is. That overly sweet voice and the faint smell of her perfume are unmistakable. Sharon. She walks in with a smug smile plastered across her face. **"Speak of the devil,"** I mutter under my breath, keeping my eyes on my work. I have no desire to entertain her, but sheâs persistent. She approaches my desk, holding something in her hand.
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**Cherry's POV**Iâve been in the hospital for two days now, and this is my third. The sterile walls, the beeping machines, and the smell of antiseptic are starting to suffocate me. I miss my daughter. Despite the countless calls weâve shared, her tiny voice on the phone isnât enough. I need to hold her, to feel her little arms around my neck. She must miss me too. The thought of her little face lighting up when she sees me again brings a bittersweet ache to my chest. When the doctors came in for their rounds, I didnât waste any time. âIâm ready to be discharged,â I told them firmly. The doctor hesitated, his brows knitting together as he studied my chart. âAre you sure youâre ready, Mrs. Cherry? Youâve been through a lot.â âIâm fine now,â I replied, my voice steady. âI canât stay here any longer. My daughter needs me.â After what felt like an eternity of persuading, they finally handed me the discharge papers. Maurice, my trusted
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**Sharon's POV** I clenched my fists, the weight of my frustration growing unbearable. Letting her leave wasnât part of the plan. Sheâs been the thorn in my side, the wedge driving Dylan further and further away from me. I still remember how he used to dote on me when she wasnât in Londonâhow heâd drop everything just to fulfill my every whim. Now, itâs as though Iâve been reduced to an afterthought, a shadow in the glow of her presence. I glanced over at Gabriel, who was seated across from me, a sly smirk curling at the corners of his lips. His question echoed in my mind, *âIf she were dead, would you still help me?â* His words had sent a shiver racing down my spine earlier, but now, I matched his smirk with one of my own. "Gabriel," I said, my voice smooth and calculated, "you should know by now that this is a partnership. Nothing more, nothing less. Donât take it personally." His smirk faltered, his brow furrowing as he leaned forward, his dark eyes narrowing. "Do you remem
