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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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APOLOGIES FOR FREQUENT CHANGE OF POV IN THIS CHAPTER, I HAD TO GIVE DETAILS. **Selena's POV**I don’t know what’s going on. Everything is happening so fast. My mom has been arrested, and I’m struggling to process it. She’s been accused of killing Cherry’s parents and driving them into bankruptcy. It doesn’t make sense. My mom would never do something so heinous. Sure, she didn’t like Cherry, but killing her parents? No. That’s not the woman I know. I’ve been trying to contact the police, trying to plead with anyone who would listen to understand that my mom is innocent. But it’s like shouting into a void. No one cares. As I paced in my office, my hands trembled with frustration, tears burning at the corners of my eyes. The laptop screen glared back at me, displaying emails and messages that had gone unanswered. I felt utterly helpless. Suddenly, Selena burst into the room, her face pale, her small hands clutching her tablet tightly. “Dad!” she
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### Cherry's POV The fire roared around me, an inferno consuming everything in its path. My throat burned as acrid smoke clawed its way into my lungs, filling every corner of my being with a suffocating dread. My eyes watered, tears streaming down my soot-streaked face as I struggled to find even a pocket of breathable air. "Help!" I screamed, my voice hoarse and raw, barely audible over the crackling flames. I clawed at the ropes binding me to the chair, my wrists bruised and bloodied from repeated attempts to free myself. Despair settled like a weight in my chest, but it wasn't just fear for myself that crushed me. *Selena.* My daughter’s face flashed in my mind, her innocent smile a beacon of light in my darkest moment. "What will she do without me?" I whispered, tears mixing with sweat on my cheeks. My heart pounded as I thought of her small hands reaching out, searching for a mother who might never return. "No," I muttered through clenched teeth. "I can’t die here. Not lik
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**Cherry's POV** When Dylan asked me that question, I froze, my breath caught in my throat. I didn’t know how to respond. Sharon's words echoed in my mind, stirring my doubts and confusion. *His mom wasn’t the one who killed my parents,* she had said. But how could I trust her? After everything Sharon had done—her lies, manipulations, and schemes—I couldn’t decide if her words held any truth or were just another trick. Dylan stood there, his piercing eyes boring into mine, waiting for an answer. My heart pounded as I tried to gather my thoughts. Could I tell him the truth? What would he do if he found out I was the one who had his mother imprisoned? My chest felt tight with the weight of my dilemma. Swallowing hard, I decided to face him head-on, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "Yes, I did," I admitted, my gaze unwavering. "Do you have a problem with that? I wanted justice, and I got it. That’s all that matters." His expression twisted into something that looked
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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
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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.
