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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 POV I knew exactly what I was doing when I told Maurice to send out my pictures online. It wasn’t a careless act; it was calculated. I had foreseen this moment, every reaction, every doubt. No one would believe me if I simply told the truth. Even when I made them look me in the eye, their disbelief would linger, painting me as a lazy fraud impersonating someone else. So, I let them believe what they wanted while ensuring I had a plan in place. As I stepped outside the venue, the cool night air brushed against my skin, offering me a brief moment of solace. But then, there he was. Dylan. The sound of his hurried footsteps reached me before his voice did. "Cherry," he called out, almost breathless. "It’s been years. I’ve been looking for you." I froze mid-step, my heart pounding in a mix of disbelief and irony. Dylan? The man who had once made my life a living hell? Now, standing here, claiming he had been searching for me? It would have been laughable if it wasn’t s
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### Cherry's POVI never wanted to do this. Never wanted to agree to his ridiculous terms. Never wanted to be in the same room with him after he humiliated me in front of everyone. The memory was still fresh in my mind—the way he accused me of being fake, siding with his overbearing mother and that conniving Sharon. Their cruel words echoed in my head, fueling the resentment I harbored. It was that humiliation that pushed me into working with his cousin Gabriel. At least Gabriel treated me with respect, offering me a fair deal of five million dollars. But when Dylan saw me outside Gabriel’s office, he didn’t hesitate to confront me, his expression dark and brooding. “Why are you working with Gabriel?” he demanded, his voice a mix of anger and disbelief. “Why not?” I shot back, folding my arms across my chest. “I work with whoever pays me, Dylan. Loyalty isn’t part of my job description.”To my utter shock, he made an offer I couldn’t refuse. Twenty million dollars—fifteen from him
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**Cherry's POV**That morning, I felt like a storm trapped inside a calm bottle. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, ensuring my makeup was flawless. My short black gown hugged my curves elegantly, while my red heels clicked against the marble floor as I descended the stairs. My red bag, the perfect accessory, dangled from my shoulder. I secured my hair into a sleek ponytail, a subtle statement of confidence.Selena’s little voice brought warmth to my busy morning. “Mommy, where are you going?” she asked, her big, curious eyes searching mine. I bent to her level, brushing her cheek with a kiss. “Mommy’s going to work, sweetheart. You take care of yourself, okay? Be good at school, listen to your teacher, and don’t let anyone bully you. If anything happens, ask your teacher to call me immediately, alright?” She nodded eagerly, then added with a shy smile, “Mom, can you please buy me vanilla and chocolate ice cream when you come back?” I chuckled, stroking her hair. “Of cour
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**Cherry's POV** I am not someone who looks for trouble, but at this moment, I am furious. My chest burns with indignation as I replay what just happened in my mind. Who does she think she is? The audacity to treat me like a slave, especially in a place where I am paid twenty million dollars, while she barely earns two thousand. And yet, she acts like she owns me—like she controls my life. I shouldn’t be surprised; people like her always overstep. But I can’t help but feel betrayed—not just by her, but by Sarah too. Sharon is a nuisance, always sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong, but Sarah should know better. Instead, she enables Sharon's childish behavior. It all started this morning when Sharon waltzed into my office, her voice dripping with condescension as she instructed me to submit the project department’s evaluation report. I was already annoyed, but I kept my cool and complied. When I arrived at the department, I placed the report neatly on the table. That’s whe
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### Cherry's POV If Mira only knew who she was dealing with, she wouldn’t have dared cross me. But she doesn’t, and that makes her reckless—a foolish pawn in a game far beyond her understanding. I listened to her and Sharon’s whispered conversations earlier, keeping my calm, knowing full well that soon, I’d catch them red-handed. Patience was my virtue. I thrived on playing the long game. Yet, tonight, I couldn’t shake the weariness crawling into my bones as I walked through the halls of the Legacy building, deliberately avoiding Dylan. It wasn’t easy avoiding him—how could it be when I worked in his office? He was always there, his presence filling the room even when he didn’t say a word. And today, he decided to corner me. “Cherry,” he said, his deep voice rolling out like a soft command. I paused, clutching my bag tighter as I turned to him. “Yes?” I tried to keep my tone polite, indifferent, but the way his piercing eyes locked on mine made it difficult to maintain my comp
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### **Cherry’s POV** I was already packing my things when my thoughts clouded my judgment once again. It wasn’t just about leaving anymore; it was about something far bigger—finding 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, I’d be forced to confront it sooner or later. And that wasn’t even the worst part. I had to leave because if I stayed, my secrets would be exposed. Dylan’s mother was bound to find out sooner or later that Selena wasn’t just some random girl—she 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 couldn’
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Sharon’s 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. Dylan—he 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 thing—I was alone. Dylan never came. Not once. Not even a message. Nothing. But I didn’t 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 wouldn’t 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.** There’s 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. Sharon’s 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 eyes—the realization that her carefully crafted web of deceit had crumbled to dust. She had manipulated, schemed, and even conspired with Gabriel behind everyone’s 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 everyone’s 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. “Lies!” 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 wasn’t 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 dear—I 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 mother’s 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 me—to 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 me—pain, 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 Legacy’s company. Today, the office feels heavier than usual. Maybe it’s the pile of files stacked on my desk, screaming for attention. I’ve already ensured my daughter is taken care of—thanks to Kiva, who’s been doing exceptionally well at handling things for me. But as I sit in my chair, trying to tackle the mountain of paperwork, I can’t shake the sense of unease creeping over me. Just as I start to make some progress, the door creaks open. I don’t 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 she’s persistent. She approaches my desk, holding something in her hand.
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**Cherry's POV**I’ve 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 we’ve shared, her tiny voice on the phone isn’t 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 didn’t waste any time. “I’m ready to be discharged,” I told them firmly. The doctor hesitated, his brows knitting together as he studied my chart. “Are you sure you’re ready, Mrs. Cherry? You’ve been through a lot.” “I’m fine now,” I replied, my voice steady. “I can’t stay here any longer. My daughter needs me.” 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 wasn’t part of the plan. She’s 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 wasn’t in London—how he’d drop everything just to fulfill my every whim. Now, it’s as though I’ve 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, *“If she were dead, would you still help me?”* 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. Don’t take it personally." His smirk faltered, his brow furrowing as he leaned forward, his dark eyes narrowing. "Do you remem
