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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. “Why I’m here with Maurice is none of your business, Dylan,” I snapped, trying to keep my voice steady even though my chest burned with frustration. “You don’t get to interfere in my personal affairs.” Sharon, e
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**Dylan’s 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 family’s company, a multimillion-dollar empire, was at the center of it all. The board had decided that the company’s future owner would be determined by whose interior design proposal was deemed the best. Gabriel had always been a schemer, but hearing that he’d secured a meeting with Lady C—arguably the best interior designer in the industry—was 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. “Leonard,” I barked, turning to face him, my voice colder than I intended. “Where’s this meeting happening?” 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 company’s premises. The CCTV feed was my silent guardian, revealing the movements of everyone who dared step into my territory. When Dylan’s sleek black car rolled into the parking lot, my chest tightened in anticipation. Of course, he was here—again. The man didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 I’m brimming with excitement. My company is older, stronger, and more influential, and that’s 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. She’s actually coming. And for a moment, it felt as if everything was aligning in my favor. I’ve been waiting for this chance for so long. I’ve worked hard to build my empire, and tonight, I’m one step closer to securing a future with her, both personally and professionally.I’ve been to so many parties, but this one is different. The thought of meeting Lady C fills me with anticipation. She’s not just a celebrity—she’s 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 them—how dare they think I’m 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. Dylan’s wife. Their small minds couldn’t fathom that I could have evolved beyond the person they once knew. But, of course, I shouldn’t have been surprised. How could I expect them to understand my growth when they hadn’t been there to witness it? I straightened my back, forcing a confident smile that didn’t 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 I’d seen years ago—grainy, yet unmistakable. A brooch gleaming faintly on the culprit’s chest as my parents' lives were cruelly extinguished. That brooch, I noticed tonight, was pinned on the dress of Dylan’s mother, glinting under the chandelier lights like a cruel mockery of justice. Was it a coincidence? My mind raced, but my heart? It seethed. **“Even if she’s changed her clothes a hundred times over the years, that brooch…”** I whispered to myself, my fists curling tightly, nails biting into my palms. **“It’s a clue, and I won’t let it slide.”** 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 couldn’t deny it—when 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. Gabriel’s entrance was not just an arrival—it 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 someone’s delusions. Dylan, however, had other plans. From the moment I stepped into the hall, he’d 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 fiancée—or rather, his so-called fiancée—Sharon. She was the architect of this chaos, a puppet master pulling Dylan’s strings to her tune. As Sharon’s 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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### Dylan’s POVLeonard’s words kept echoing in my head, looping endlessly, each repetition heavier than the last. "She’s someone you know." How could that be? It didn’t make sense. I raked a hand through my hair, pacing the floor of the restaurant, my mind racing. “No, Leonard, that’s impossible,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I don’t know Lady C. I’ve never met her. She’s been in Oxford all her life, and I’ve never set foot there, let alone America. Are you sure your information is accurate?” Leonard’s silence was unnerving, his usual confidence absent. “Sir,” he said finally, his tone careful. “I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t certain. You’ll understand when you see the picture. I’m sending it now.” As the line disconnected, I stared at my phone, the weight of the conversation pressing down on me like a boulder. Sharon’s voice droned on from across the table, but I couldn’t focus on her words. My fingers hovered over the phone, hesitating as a notification popped up.
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Cherry’s POVI stared at Dylan, my heart pounding in my chest. His deep brown eyes were filled with desperation, his hands gripping mine as if he were afraid I’d disappear again. The hospital room felt suffocating, the walls closing in on me as the weight of his words settled in.“Will you marry me, Cherry?” His voice cracked with emotion, his lips trembling. “I love you.”I sucked in a sharp breath, my throat tightening. My heart warred with my mind, torn between the past and the present. The pain, the betrayal, the years of loneliness—how could I just forget? My fingers twitched in his grasp, and I slowly pulled away, shaking my head.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “There are things I can forget, Dylan, but I can never forgive.”A heavy silence filled the room. I saw the heartbreak in his eyes, the flicker of hope extinguishing into despair. His shoulders slumped, his jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he migh
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Cherry’s POVI had just finished eating with my daughter, Selena, at the restaurant connected to the hospital. The food was nice, and for a brief moment, everything felt okay. No worries. No overthinking. Just a mother and daughter enjoying a peaceful meal together.But peace never lasted long in my life.Just as we were about to leave, Leonard walked in. He looked a little worn out, his sharp features slightly softened by fatigue. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, and he ran a hand through his dark hair, exhaling as if he had been holding his breath all day.“What a coincidence, Miss Cherry,” he said with a small smile, sliding his hands into his pockets. “I’m actually here to eat. But, you know, your daughter is really friendly. I’d love to spend some time with her—talk more, maybe order her some ice cream. You can go ahead if you’d like.”I looked down at Selena, my little angel. She was practically bouncing with excitement.
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Cherry’s POVI couldn't explain the overwhelming joy that filled my heart the moment I found out Dylan was alive. My body trembled, not out of fear but from sheer relief. He was stable. No longer in a critical condition. My knees almost gave out beneath me as I rushed into his hospital room. My heart was thudding violently, as if it wanted to leap out of my chest and embrace him itself.Tears burned in my eyes, and I clutched my chest, struggling to breathe through the emotions choking me. I had been so scared—so, so scared that I’d lose him forever. The thought of him never opening his eyes again had made my world feel like a dark, empty void. But now, seeing him awake, those beautiful, familiar eyes blinking up at me, was like being given another chance at life."Dylan…" I whispered, my voice barely above a breath as I stepped closer.His gaze locked onto mine, his lips twitching slightly, as if he wanted to smile but was too weak to do so. My heart ached at the sight of him lying t
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Cherry’s POVFear gripped my chest like an iron fist, tightening with every second that passed. My breath came in ragged gasps, my entire body trembling as I struggled to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. My heart pounded so loudly in my ears that I could barely hear the doctor’s words.Critical condition.The phrase echoed in my mind like a cruel curse, stabbing into my soul. No, no, no—this wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to get hurt. Not now. Not when I had just started to love him again. Not when I had just begun to let my guard down.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I stared at the doctor, my lips trembling. “P-please, Doctor,” I choked out, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please save him for me.”The doctor’s gaze softened, and he gave a small nod. “We will do our best.”I couldn’t hold back anymore. A sob broke free from my lips as I buried my face in my hands. Around me, the atmosphere was suffocating. Dylan’s mother was cryin
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Cherry’s POVI never wanted this moment to come. I swore to myself I would never tell him. No matter what happened, I promised that I would take this secret to my grave. But now, standing here, watching my daughter's life hang in the balance, I have no choice.It feels like the world is caving in around me. My heart is pounding so hard that I can hear it in my ears. My hands are trembling, my breath uneven, but I have to do this. I have to save her.Gabriel's cold, merciless gaze locks onto me as he cocks his gun, his finger resting dangerously on the trigger. His expression is void of sympathy, void of patience. He wants an answer, and he wants it now."Yes!" The word bursts out of my mouth before I can stop it, my voice cracking under the weight of my fear. "Selena is your daughter!"A stunned silence follows. Even Dylan, who had been holding his breath, stiffens beside me. His eyes widen in shock, his lips parting as if he wants to say
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Cherry’s POVMy heart pounded against my ribcage, each beat a deafening echo in my ears. My hands trembled, my vision blurred with unshed tears as Gabriel’s cruel laughter filled the abandoned house. I stood frozen, my entire body paralyzed with terror, staring at my daughter—my sweet, innocent Selena—tied to a chair, her cheeks streaked with tears. Her small body shuddered with every sob, her wrists raw from struggling against the tight ropes."Mommy!" she cried, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Mommy, please help me!"My knees buckled beneath me, but I forced myself to stay upright. I had to be strong—for her. For my baby. My vision flickered between her terrified face and the gun clutched in Gabriel’s shaking hands, the muzzle pointed directly at her head.No.This couldn't be happening.“Gabriel, please,” I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper. “She’s just a child. She has nothing to do with this. Let her go, and I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t hurt her. Please…”But Ga
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Cherry’s POVFor weeks, we had scoured every inch of the city searching for Gabriel David’s cousin. Ever since he fled from the police the day we came looking for him at his office, he had vanished without a trace. No sightings. No leads. Nothing. At first, we thought he had simply gone into hiding, waiting for the storm to pass. But as time stretched on, we began to suspect the worst. Either he had left the city, or… he was dead.Still, if he was alive, I was certain of one thing—sooner or later, we would get our hands on him, and when that day came, the police wouldn’t hesitate to take him in. But until then, life had to go on.Dylan and I had been working closely together. If I was being honest, he was the best thing that had happened to me in a long time. Gone was the man with a troubled past, replaced by someone who had turned over a new leaf—a man who was kind, patient, and fiercely protective. If there was anyone I trusted completely, it was him.Everything seemed to be going s
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Gabriel’s POVIt had been nearly six months since everything crumbled. Six months since the trials, the investigations, and the bloodshed that stained my hands—though not in the way I had intended. I never wanted Cherry dead. No, she was the only person I truly cared about in that godforsaken mess. My plan had been simple: eliminate Dylan. But Sharon—reckless, unpredictable Sharon—had turned the gun on Cherry.The deafening crack of the gunshot still haunted my nights. The moment replayed in slow motion: Cherry’s widened eyes, the sharp gasp that never turned into a scream, the way her body crumpled to the ground before Maurice even had a chance to react. And then, chaos. Maurice lunged forward, but another shot rang out—this time, the bullet lodged deep into his chest. I remember the way his mouth opened in shock, his hands trembling as they clutched his wound. The horror, the betrayal written all over his face as he collapsed beside Cherry.Everything after that was a blur. Sirens.
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Cherry’s POVTears poured from my eyes, hot and unrelenting. My chest tightened, my breath came in short gasps, and my entire body trembled. I wasn’t just crying—I was breaking. Shattering. The weight of everything that had happened crashed down on me like a tidal wave, drowning me in pain, in disbelief.It all happened so fast. Too fast.One moment, I thought everything was finally going to be okay. I thought justice would prevail. I thought the nightmare was finally over. They had found out the truth—I was innocent. I wasn’t supposed to be in prison. My heart had soared with hope. Relief had flooded my veins like warm sunlight breaking through storm clouds.And then… gunfire.The deafening crack of a bullet split the air. And when I turned, my world stopped.Maurice.He was lying there. Motionless. A pool of crimson spreading beneath him. My heart clenched painfully, a scream lodged in my throat. No. No, no, no. This c
