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cherry's POV I walked into the office with Dylan by my side, my heels clicking against the polished marble floor. The air was heavy, charged with tension I could almost taste. My heart raced, but my face remained calm, composed—a mask I’d perfected over the years. Inside, I was already piecing together the threads of the confrontation I knew was waiting for me. Dylan whispered, “Are you ready for this?” His voice was steady, reassuring. I nodded, flashing him a small, confident smile. “I’ve been ready for this since the moment it started.” As we stepped into the boardroom, the murmur of voices fell silent. Sharon and Mira were huddled together at the far end, their expressions shifting between smugness and unease. I could hear them whispering about my supposed "failure." They didn’t even bother to lower their voices, but I pretended not to hear. I moved to an empty chair and sat, crossing my legs gracefully, while Dylan stood protectively behind me. The assistant of one of the maj
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**Cherry's POV** I had been listening to Mira and Sharon's plot unfold like a badly directed movie. Did she honestly think I wouldn’t catch on? With wolf hearing like mine, their whispering was practically a public broadcast. Sharon's snide comments and Mira's venomous words only confirmed what I had suspected for weeks now—these women were scheming behind my back. But I wasn’t the naive Cherry they used to know. I had anticipated every move. The moment I overheard them hatching their plan, I discreetly planted my phone in the office to record. And when Dylan fired Mira, it was like watching karma arrive on a silver platter. During the meeting, Sharon kept shooting daggers at me with her eyes. Her lips curled into a sneer, her nails tapping on the table in agitation, but I didn’t flinch. I simply straightened my blazer and smiled faintly, as if daring her to say something. I wanted her to stew in her fury—it was a well-deserved punishment. Once the meeting ended, I made my
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**Cherry's POV** No matter what Sharon and Mira did or said, I told myself it wouldn’t get to me. Their words were just empty threats, a desperate attempt to console themselves after their first mission to ruin me had failed. When I overheard them plotting revenge, I’ll admit, a part of me wanted to confront them right there and then. I wanted to ask them what kind of twisted satisfaction they got from meddling in my life. But I didn’t. Instead, I forced myself to think rationally. If they were trying to get a rise out of me, I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. After a long day at work, I went home, hoping for some peace and quiet. The next morning, I was having breakfast with my daughter, enjoying the rare moment of calm, when her innocent little voice shattered my composure. “Mommy,” she said, her small hands toying with her fork. Her big, curious eyes looked up at me with a question that made my stomach tighten. “When will I get a daddy?” The words hit me like a punch to
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### Selena's POV “Yes, Mom,” I mumbled, dragging my feet across the room as I reached for my schoolbag. When she said I should dress up for school, I knew she meant the extra lessons she had enrolled me in—lessons she insisted were necessary for me to excel academically. But my mind wasn’t in those lessons. Instead, I was fixated on the pictures someone had posted online. My chest tightened as I thought about how they were trying to ruin my mom’s reputation. Someone out there hated her so much they couldn’t stop until she was broken. I couldn’t let that happen. I love my mom more than anything. She had already sacrificed so much for me, and now I wanted to protect her. But how could I? I’m just a ten-year-old girl. Nobody would take me seriously, not even the police. They’d brush me off, calling my words “childish talk.” Then it hit me—Mr. Dylan. The moment his name popped into my mind, I had a plan. I raised my hand hesitantly during the lesson. “Madam, I don’t feel
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Cherry's POV I was stunned when those pictures surfaced online. I swear, I never expected this to happen—not now, not ever. The pictures were from a vacation in Paris with my ex-husband, Jack, taken years ago when we were still married. Back then, we were blissfully in love, or at least I thought we were. Jack hadn’t left yet, and life seemed perfect. He was the kind of man every woman dreamed of—a provider, a protector, someone who encouraged me to chase my dreams and even supported my education. He helped raise my daughter as if she were his own. I adored him. But Jack left. And why he left remains a mystery only he can answer. When I first saw those pictures, my heart dropped. Not because of nostalgia, but because I knew this wasn’t some random coincidence. Someone had dug them up, someone who wanted to ruin me. My reputation as a celebrity was already fragile, and this was the final nail in the coffin. As I stared at those photos plastered across every gossip site, anger bub
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**Cherry's POV** The air around me felt heavy, suffocating even, as I stormed down the hallway, clutching the small silver key in my palm. My mind raced, the words Dylan had said echoing in my ears like a broken record: *“I trust you. I’ve waited for ten years, and I think I can wait a little longer.”* His sincerity unsettled me, but I wasn’t about to let it deter me from my mission. The dim light at the end of the corridor flickered ominously as I approached the restricted room. The cold metallic key felt like it weighed a ton in my hand. A thousand thoughts whirled in my head, each one more chaotic than the last. Did Dylan really mean it when he said he trusted me? Or was this some kind of trap? My lips curled into a bitter smile. If he trusted me, then he was a fool. My hand trembled as I slid the key into the lock. A faint click echoed through the silence, and I hesitated, my pulse hammering in my ears. The door creaked open, revealing a dark, cavernous space beyond. A shive
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**Cherry's POV** The air in the room felt thick, almost suffocating, as I watched Dylan and Selena laugh over their chess game. My heart pounded erratically in my chest, the walls around me closing in. How had it come to this? Dylan, sitting in my living room, interacting with my daughter as though he belonged here. He didn't belong here. He couldn't. Not after everything he’d done. “Good evening, Mom!” Selena’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts as she rushed to hug me, her small arms wrapping tightly around my waist. Her bright smile, so innocent, so pure, tugged at my heart. “I missed you,” she said, planting a kiss on my cheek. I forced a smile, brushing her curls away from her face. “Good evening, my darling. How are you?” My voice was soft, masking the storm brewing inside me. “I’m good!” she chirped before gesturing toward Dylan. My eyes darted to him, and his gaze met mine, steady and confident. Too confident. “What are you doing in my house, Dylan?” My voice
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**Selena’s POV** It was all my plan from the very beginning. Every move I made, every word I said—it was all carefully thought out. Please don’t be mad at me. I just wanted a dad. Is that so wrong? I wanted to feel what it was like to have a complete family—a mom and a dad. Don’t misunderstand me, I love my mom more than anything in this world, but I’m tired of it being just the two of us. She deserves to be happy, and I think Mr. Dylan is the perfect person to make that happen. He’s kind, caring, and he always knows how to make her smile, even if she tries to hide it. My mom has been through so much, and I can see the sadness she carries, even when she doesn’t show it. I don’t know why she’s so hesitant with Mr. Dylan, but I can feel it—there’s a history there, something unresolved. The day I called Mr. Dylan with my tablet, I knew exactly what I was doing. Our kitchen light was broken, and it seemed like the perfect excuse to get him to come over. When he arrived, my mom looke
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Nancy sat on the edge of the bed, her heart still thudding from her daughter’s unexpected words. Find a prince of your own, Mommy.It wasn’t the first time her ten-year-old had said something like this. In her little girl’s innocent world, happy endings were simple: a prince and a princess fell in love and lived happily ever after. But for Nancy, real life wasn’t a fairytale. She had convinced herself that she was fine without a man, that she didn’t need love to complete her life.Yet, her daughter’s words echoed in her mind, lingering like an unshakable shadow. Was she really okay? Or was she just pretending?A notification pinged on her phone, snapping her out of her thoughts. It was a message from George.George: Room 605. Urgent. Bring the contract.Nancy hesitated before replying. Working late hours wasn’t new to her, and meeting George alone in his hotel suite wasn’t something she found unusual. But tonight, she felt… unsettled. Maybe it was her daughter’s words, or maybe it was
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Cynthia’s heart ached with every failed attempt. No matter how hard she tried, nothing seemed to get his attention. She had poured herself into making every possible effort, hoping that somehow, he would see her, desire her, and give her the attention she craved. But all her attempts were in vain. He didn’t even spare her a glance anymore, let alone the affection she so desperately sought. Every time she thought there might be a chance, it was always snatched away, leaving her feeling smaller, invisible.Her eyes flickered to the clock. He was leaving. And she could feel that it was happening again—another moment, another chance slipping away. But Cynthia wasn’t going to let him walk out without her.She had never been one to simply step aside and let things happen. This was her chance, and she wasn’t going to let it slip through her fingers like everything else had. As she watched him grab his jacket, preparing to leave, the cold knot of desperation twisted in her stomach. Without th
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Cynthia paced back and forth in her bedroom, her hands clenched into fists. Frustration twisted her features, her lips pressed into a tight line as she tried to steady her breathing. Nothing was going as planned. Every single move she made seemed to backfire, and worst of all, George remained indifferent to her struggles.She had expected him to help her, to show even the slightest bit of favor, but he had done the exact opposite. He was distancing himself from her—cold, detached, and completely uninterested.Her jaw tightened at the thought of Hassan, the boy who had been nothing but a nuisance. He was her son, yes, but his existence did nothing but remind her of the biggest mistake of her life. Instead of being a bridge between her and George, he was more of a barrier, refusing to listen to her and always ruining things for her. He wasn’t even making an effort to help his mother win George’s heart.Yet, Cynthia had been stunned when George had come to her with a request—a custody ag
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Cynthia’s chest tightened the moment she heard Nancy’s name. Could it be the same Nancy? Her mind raced, trying to piece things together.No. It can’t be. There were thousands of women named Nancy. This had to be a different one.Still, unease coiled inside her like a snake. She couldn’t ignore the possibility.And then, Anthony dropped the bombshell.Nancy was the lawyer handling their case.A sharp jolt shot through Cynthia’s body.Her grip tightened around the edges of the agreement. Her fingers dug into the paper, creasing it, but she barely noticed.She had spent years ensuring that no one—no one—knew about her arrangement with George. And now, Nancy of all people was going to find out?Her throat dried up. Her heart pounded against her ribs.Panic swirled in her gut, but she masked it with a soft, almost uncertain laugh.“Oh, a lawyer named Nancy?” she said lightly, forcing a small smile. “Well, there’s no need to call her. This is a personal matter, and I think it’s best we kee
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Cynthia’s hands trembled as she clutched the custody agreement in front of her, her knuckles turning white from the pressure. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, sending waves of rage coursing through her veins. Her eyes darted across the words on the paper, and with each passing second, the meaning of George’s actions sank deeper into her consciousness.Her breathing grew uneven. “Honey…” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, trying to mask the panic in her tone. She forced a smile, one that didn’t reach her eyes. “Can we… Can we talk about this? You don’t have to do this, please.”George sat across from her, his expression calm, unreadable, as if he had already anticipated her reaction. He exuded the kind of indifference that made her stomach churn with frustration. He leaned back in his chair, fingers interlocked, staring at her with a look so impassive that it sent chills down her spine.Cynthia swallowed hard. “You can’t expect me to—”“To take responsibility for you
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George’s jaw tightened as Nancy’s words echoed in his head. “My ex-husband is actually better than you.”He had laughed it off at first, convincing himself she was joking, but the way she constantly compared him to that man, mentioning him so casually, gnawed at him. It wasn’t just once. It was again and again, always referring to him as her ex-husband instead of just his name. George had never met this man, yet he was being measured against him like some unworthy competition.And when he finally gathered the courage to ask Nancy outright if she truly believed her ex-husband was better, she had simply fallen asleep, leaving him with his thoughts and a dull ache in his chest.But that wasn’t the only storm brewing in George’s life.The next morning, as he walked into his office, Mr. Anthony’s face was tight with concern. He handed George a tablet.“I think you need to see this,” Mr. Anthony said, his voice grave.George took the device, his stomach twisting into knots. The footage play
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Nancy stormed into the Birdman Bar, her heart pounding with rage and desperation. She had come here for a confrontation, ready to demand justice for her daughter, but instead of the people she had expected to see, only Mr. George was inside.She frowned, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the nearly empty room. The other people present informed her that the meeting had already ended, leaving only George behind. That only fueled her frustration."Are you kidding me?" she hissed, her hands clenching into fists. "I came here to demand answers, not to be dismissed like an afterthought!"George, leaning back in his chair with an air of calm control, watched her with a raised brow. "Nancy, I understand that you're upset, but yelling at me won't change what happened."Nancy scoffed. "You have no idea how upset I am!" She took a shaky breath before speaking again. "The worst part is, I don’t even know who did it. But I do know this—my daughter and that boy had the same bags, and they were swit
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Nancy wasn’t joking when she found out that her daughter wasn’t feeling well. In fact, she had already suspected something was wrong the moment she saw Kayla standing outside the school gates. The little girl wasn’t her usual lively self. Her shoulders were slumped, her lips pressed into a thin line, and there was a distant, almost vacant look in her brown eyes.Nancy had dismissed it at first, assuming Kayla was just exhausted from a long school day. But something gnawed at her, a mother’s instinct whispering that this was more than just tiredness. Still, she didn’t press too hard on the drive home.The silence in the car was unnerving. Kayla wasn’t the type to sit quietly for too long, yet she barely responded to Nancy’s attempts at small talk. Even when asked, “Kayla, is everything okay?” the girl simply forced a weak smile and muttered, “Yes, Mom, everything is fine… I just had too many lectures today.”Nancy’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. Too many lectures? That was a fl
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After the encounter with the teacher, everything moved so fast that Kayla could hardly believe what was happening. For the first time, she was vindicated—by Mr. George, no less. No one had ever stood up for her like that before.All her life, she had been bullied, not just at school but even in their neighborhood. People looked down on her and her mother, mocking them for their financial struggles. Her mother had always tried to protect her, standing up for her whenever she could, but Kayla knew deep down that her mother could only do so much.But now… now she had Mr. George on her side. The way he had defended her today—it felt like, for the first time, she had a father figure looking out for her. That thought made her chest tighten with emotions she didn’t quite understand. It was strange, almost comforting, to think of Mr. George that way.Still, she wasn’t entirely happy. She didn’t like that her teacher, Ms. Bella, had been fired, even though the woman had brought it on herself.
