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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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**Cherry’s POV** I was thrilled when my daughter, Selena, invited me out for dinner on my birthday. For the first time in her ten years, my little girl wanted to do something special just for me. The idea that she had planned this on her own filled me with pride. When we arrived at the restaurant, my heart skipped a beat as I spotted a dessert that looked eerily familiar. It was the exact one Dylan used to make for me back when we were married. My chest tightened as memories I had buried deep resurfaced. I turned to Selena, my voice trembling slightly, and asked, "Did Dylan help you with this?" She beamed, her innocent eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes, Mom! Dylan said he wanted to make your birthday extra special." For a fleeting moment, I felt something I hadn’t in years—hope. Maybe, just maybe, Dylan still cared. I smiled at Selena, trying to suppress the wave of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. "It’s wonderful, darling. Thank you so much for this. You and Dylan made
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**Dylan's POV** After everything that had been happening lately, Leonard came to my office, his face pale and eyes flickering with unease. “Your mother has been arrested,” he said, his voice low, as if he were delivering a death sentence. I blinked, unable to comprehend his words. *Arrested?* My mother? The words echoed in my mind, refusing to settle. “What are you talking about, Leonard?” I asked, my voice sharp. “Why would my mother be arrested? What’s her offense?” My heart raced as panic began to creep in. This had to be some kind of mistake. Leonard hesitated, as if searching for the right words to soften the blow. “She’s been accused of murder,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Murder?” My voice came out louder than I intended. I shot up from my chair, the room spinning as his words sank in. “Who is she accused of killing, Leonard? This doesn’t make any sense!” Leonard swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. “Two people. From the Studio 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
