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**Cherry’s POV** I stood frozen, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. Of all the people I expected to see in this company, my daughter was the last. Yet, here she was, standing in front of me with her bright, determined eyes, completely unfazed by the turmoil surrounding us. The weight of the situation crashed over me like a tidal wave. This wasn’t a safe place for her—there were too many conflicts, too many dangerous people lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "Selena," I finally managed to say, my voice laced with disbelief. "You shouldn't be here. This isn't a place for children, especially not now." She tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable. "Mom, I know you're worried about me," she said, her voice steady, almost too mature for her age. "But I belong here. I can help." Help? Did she even understand what she was saying? This wasn’t some school project or a harmless game. T
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### **Cherry's POV** The funniest—no, the most shocking—thing happened when my daughter barged into the company today. With the confidence of a seasoned executive, she stood before us, hands on her hips, and declared, **"I can help."** I blinked, unsure if I had heard her correctly. *"Help?"* Dylan’s mother had repeated, clearly just as stunned as I was. *"Yes,"* my daughter had insisted, her voice unwavering. **"I’m here to help the company. You need a computer wizard or a genius, right? Well, here I am."** For a brief moment, silence had stretched across the office. Then Dylan’s mother chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief. **"She insisted on coming,"** she had explained to me. **"She believes in herself that much."** And that’s how we ended up here, racing against time. Now, as we arrived in front of Victor’s company, my heart pounded hard against my ribs. I was terrified—not for myself, but
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**Cherry's POV** Everything was happening so fast. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood frozen, staring at the file in my hands. My fingers trembled as I turned the pages, scanning the damning evidence that confirmed my worst fears. My parents had discovered Gabriel's illegal dealings—embezzling company funds—and they had planned to report him. That was why he had them killed. The weight of that realization settled deep in my bones, making my breath hitch. Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them away. Not now. There was no time for emotions. I turned to Dylan, my voice barely above a whisper. “This is it. This is the proof I’ve been searching for.” But before he could respond, a loud commotion interrupted the moment. “Let go of me!” Dylan and I both turned towards the sound, and my blood ran cold when I saw her—Dylan’s mother. Her face was contorted in pain as a burly man held her arm in a tight grip. My heart lurched, panic bubbling in my chest. And then I saw him. Gab
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Dylan's povI sat back in my office chair, my mind racing with the whirlwind of events that had just unfolded. The police had taken Cherry, the one person who had stood by me through everything, and all I could think about was how to fix this mess. My mother was pacing around the room, her face pale with worry, her voice trembling as she muttered about Sharon and Gabriel. Her panic was contagious, but I couldn't let it show. Not now. Not when Cherry's freedom was at stake."I’ll make sure Cherry doesn’t get hurt," I had told my mother, trying to mask the fear clawing at my chest. But deep down, I wasn't sure how I could pull it off. Gabriel and Sharon had outsmarted us before, and it seemed like they were one step ahead again. The fear in my mother's eyes only fueled my determination to fix things. I had to do something, anything, to make sure Cherry was safe.I reached for my phone, hands slightly shaking, and dialed Maurice’s number. After a few ri
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Dylan's POV I dialed Maurice’s number with trembling fingers, my mind racing. I needed his help—desperately. Cherry’s innocence was at stake, and I knew that without a powerful defense, she would be condemned for a crime she didn’t commit. Maurice was one of the most respected lawyers in the entire city, a man whose name alone could send shivers down a prosecutor’s spine. But more than that, he was a good friend—one of the very few I could trust in this mess.When he answered, his deep voice carried a hint of concern.“Dylan? This is unexpected. What’s going on?”“I need your help, Maurice,” I said, my voice urgent. “Cherry has been wrongfully accused. I need you to defend her in court.”There was silence on the other end for a moment before he finally sighed. “Dylan… you know Gabriel is behind this, don’t you?”I swallowed hard. Of course, I knew. My cousin, Gabriel, was the mastermind of this entire ordeal. He was cunning, manipulative, and above all, careful. Maurice’s voice turne
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Cherry's POV I had lost track of time in this cold, lifeless prison cell. Days had blended into nights, and each passing moment felt like an eternity. It had been two or three days since I was unjustly locked up for a crime I didn’t commit. Innocent—yet trapped in a nightmare orchestrated by the very man I had once trusted. I never intended to steal company secrets when I entered that data room; all I wanted was evidence. Evidence that could finally expose Gabriel for the monster he truly was—the man who had taken my mother’s life.But he was one step ahead. He knew what he was doing, and instead of answering for his crimes, he twisted the truth and pinned something entirely different on me. Even now, I couldn’t believe Gabriel was capable of such deception. I had been foolish to think that deep down, there was still some humanity left in him.A sharp knock on the iron bars of my cell jolted me back to reality. “Get up. Court’s today,” a guard grumbled.Court.My heart pounded again
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Cherry’s POVI couldn't believe what I was hearing. Weakness? What did Dylan and Maurice mean by that? Their words puzzled me, but I didn't have time to dwell on it. My body felt exhausted from the days—no, weeks—maybe even months I had spent locked in this prison. The cold walls, the lifeless air, the feeling of being caged like an animal… It was unbearable. And yet, every time I asked for updates, they kept assuring me that everything would be fine.But a part of me doubted that. Deep down, I had a nagging feeling that my time here wouldn’t last much longer. Was that hope? Or just another cruel trick my mind was playing on me? Because more than anything, I just wanted to see my daughter. Selena. My heart ached just thinking about her, picturing her tiny hands reaching for me, her innocent eyes searching for her mother. Had she been crying for me? Had she asked where I was?A lump formed in my throat, but I forced myself to focus. Right now, I needed to p
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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
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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.
