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Chapter One-Hundred-Tweenty Two
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Vanessa sat in a dimly lit motel room, far from the city center. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was private, exactly what she needed. The faint hum of the mini-fridge filled the silence as she stared at the array of files and photos spread out on the bed. Images of Daniel and Tasha smiling, walking together, and her blood boiled holding hands. On the small desk in the corner sat her phone, which buzzed with a message. Kieran: I’m in place. Just say the word. She smirked. “Not yet.” Vanessa leaned back against the headboard, her mind calculating every angle. She didn’t just want to hurt Daniel; she wanted to break him. Destroying Tasha was step one, but it wasn’t enough. The room phone rang, jarring her from her thoughts. She hesitated before answering. “Yes?” “It’s me,” cam
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Hours later, Tasha and Robbin sat in the hospital waiting room, the silence between them thick with unspoken tension. Tasha’s hands trembled as she thought about the events of the day, questions flooding her mind. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. A doctor stepped into the room, his expression calm but serious. “Are you for Mr. Sterling?” Tasha immediately stood up. “Yes. Is he okay?” The doctor gave a small nod. “The bullet missed any major organs. We’ve removed it and stabilized him. He’s very lucky. He’ll need rest, but he’s out of danger.” Relief swept over her, and she sank back into the chair, exhaling deeply. “You can see him now, but keep it brief. He needs rest,” the doctor added before walking away. Tasha hesitated, glancing at Robbin. “Go in,” Robbin said softly, his tone gentle. “I’ll be here waiting.” She nodded, swallowing hard before making her way down the corridor. Tasha stepped into the dimly lit hospital room, h
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Daniel’s head turned toward her, his eyes wide with surprise. “I didn’t get that,” he teased, though his voice was soft, filled with curiosity. Tasha froze, her cheeks flushing as she realized what she’d just said. “I... I didn’t say it out loud, did I?,” she stammered, her fingers fidgeting in her lap. Daniel’s teasing expression shifted to something more serious, his gaze locking onto hers. “Tasha,” he said gently, “say it again.” Her breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. The vulnerability in his tone gave her courage. She lifted her eyes to meet his and spoke, her voice trembling but sincere. “I love you, Daniel.” The words hung in the air between them, and for a moment, Daniel didn’t move. Then his hand reached out, brushing her cheek tenderly. “You don’t know how much I needed to hear that,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. Before Ta
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Daniel reached for Tasha’s hand, his touch light but firm. “You need to rest, Tasha. Go home, check on Ethan, and get some sleep.” She frowned, shaking her head. “I’m fine here, Daniel. I don’t want to leave you alone.” “You’re exhausted,” he said, his voice gentle but resolute. “You’ve been running on fumes since yesterday. Ethan needs you at your best, and so do I.” Tasha hesitated, her worry etched into her features. “I’ll only be gone a little while,” she said, trying to reassure herself more than him. Daniel smiled faintly. “That’s all I’m asking. Besides, you don’t want Ethan to think something’s wrong. He’s already been through enough.” She bit her lip, reluctant but knowing he was right. “Fine,” she said reluctantly. “But I’ll come back first thing in the morning.” “Deal,” Daniel said, squeez
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Tasha’s gaze remained locked on the shattered window, her grip tightening around Ethan. She swallowed hard, her voice steady despite her pounding heart. “Someone just threw something through the window.” Tasha’s heart raced as she slowly approached the broken window, clutching Ethan close to her side. She scanned the darkness outside, her breath shallow, her grip on the phone tightening. “Are you okay? Is Ethan hurt?” Daniel’s voice was urgent on the line. “We’re fine,” Tasha whispered, her eyes narrowing as she tried to make out any movement beyond the jagged glass. “But I don’t see anyone out there. It’s too dark.” Ethan buried his face in her side, trembling. “Mom, what’s happening?” Tasha crouched down, cupping his face gently. “It’s okay, sweetheart. We’re safe. I promise.” She turned her attention back to the phone. “Daniel, what should I do?” “Lock the doors and windows. Stay away from t
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That Night After the police left, Mike remained vigilant, pacing around the living room as Tasha tidied up the shards of broken glass. She couldn't sit still, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. “Why don’t you try to get some sleep?” Mike suggested as he checked the locks on the doors and windows for the third time. “I can’t,” Tasha replied, shaking her head. She glanced at Ethan, who was still asleep on the couch, clutching his toy car. “What if they come back?” “They won’t,” Mike assured her. “Not with the police already involved. I’ll keep watch, I promise.” Tasha nodded but didn’t move. Instead, she busied herself making tea in the kitchen, her hands trembling slightly as she poured the water. She brought two mugs into the living room and handed one to Mike. “Thanks,” he said, sitting down across from her. For a
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Her voice rose slightly, her emotions spilling over. “And his father? You’re saying I should turn my back on the father of my son?” Robbin ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenching before he spoke. “This isn’t about loyalty or gratitude, Tasha. It’s about making sure you and Ethan don’t get hurt. Don’t you see how dangerous this has become?” Tasha’s shoulders stiffened, her resolve clear. “I see it, Robbin. But I also see the lengths Daniel has gone to protect me and I won’t abandon him now.” Robbin released a heavy sigh, his frustration melting into something softer. “I just... I want you both to be okay. Ethan, he’s like a son to me. And you, Tasha... I care about you more than you know.” Her expression softened slightly, but she didn’t waver. “I know, Robbin. And I care about you too. But I have to do what I believe is right.”
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The night had grown quiet, and Tasha finally allowed herself to relax, her eyes growing heavy as she sat on the couch. She wasn’t sure how long she’d drifted off before a faint hissing sound woke her. Her brows furrowed as she sniffed the air, an odd chemical scent wafting through the room. It was subtle at first, but as she stood, it grew stronger. Panic gripped her chest. She hurried toward the kitchen and froze. The faint hissing noise was louder now, coming from the stove. She saw the knob slightly turned. Someone had tampered with it. Her hands trembled as she turned the knob to the “off” position, but the gas smell lingered. Not wanting to take any chances, she quickly grabbed Ethan from his room, wrapping him in a blanket. He stirred but didn’t fully wake. With her phone in hand, she rushed outside and dialed Greg, the head of her security team. “Greg,” she said, her voice shaky, “I think there’s
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Tasha sighed as she pulled into the driveway, rubbing her temples. Work had been brutal today back-to-back meetings, endless reports, and a malfunctioning coffee machine that had nearly driven her over the edge. All she wanted was to kick off her heels, change into sweatpants, and curl up on the couch with Ethan. But the moment she opened the door, she froze. The entire house was bathed in warm, golden candlelight. The air was thick with the scent of fresh roses, and red, pink, and white petals created a soft, delicate path across the floor. Tiny fairy lights twinkled around the living room, casting a magical glow. Tasha’s heart pounded. What was going on? She stepped inside cautiously, her eyes scanning the room. The familiar space now looked like something out of a fairy tale. Then— “Mommy, Mommy!” Ethan came running full speed toward her, his face glowing with excitement. Tasha barely had time to brace herself before her little boy wrapped his arms around her legs,
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Life didn’t just pause after Vanessa’s downfall. There were still wounds to heal, relationships to mend, and a future to rebuild. And for Tasha, that meant family. If there was one thing Tasha was sure of, it was Ethan. He was her heart, her purpose, the one thing that had kept her going through everything. And after all the chaos, after all the battles she had fought, she refused to let any of it touch him. She wanted Ethan to grow up safe. Happy. Whole. So she made a choice. She put him first. She started taking time off work, something she had rarely done before. Instead of long nights drowning in stress and exhaustion, she spent evenings reading Ethan bedtime stories. Instead of constant worry, she took him on weekend trips, just the two of them, exploring places he had always wanted to see. Instead of being lost in the past, she focused on his future. One night, as she tucked him into bed, he looked up at her with those big, curious eyes and asked, “Are we going to
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The psychiatric wing of the prison was cold, clinical. The walls were painted a dull gray, the air thick with the sterile scent of disinfectant. Every step down the hallway felt heavier than the last, as if some invisible force was pushing her back, telling her to turn around. But she didn’t. A guard led her into a separate observation room, where a thick pane of bulletproof glass separated her from Vanessa Steele. The woman sitting in the padded cell was a ghost of who she had been. Gone was the polished, confident Vanessa who once walked into a room owning it. This Vanessa was frail. Her once flawless hair hung in uneven strands, her nails bitten down to nothing. She sat on the floor, rocking back and forth, her knees pulled to her chest. And her lips… They never stopped moving. Tasha knew what she was saying before she even heard it. “Tasha… Tasha… Tasha…” A chill ran through her spine. Vanessa hadn’t even noticed her yet. She was lost in her own world, whispe
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The court psychiatrist leaned in and whispered something to the judge. The judge nodded grimly before banging his gavel. “Enough,” he said. His voice was final. “The defendant will undergo a full psychological evaluation.” As the guards dragged Vanessa from the courtroom, her screams echoed off the walls. “This isn’t over, Tasha!” she shrieked. “You hear me?! IT’S NOT OVER!” But it was. Two weeks later, the courtroom was silent as the judge read the final decision. “Vanessa Steele, this court finds you guilty on all counts,” he declared. Murmurs spread through the room. Vanessa sat, expression blank, her fingers twitching. “For the crimes of attempted murder, conspiracy, and the murder of Mike Anderson, you are sentenced to forty years in a high security psychiatric prison.” Vanessa didn’t move. The bailiffs approached, preparing to escort her away. That was when she began to laugh. Soft at first. Then louder. She threw her head back, cackling. It was the laugh
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A sharp cry. Both Tasha and Daniel moved closer just in time to see Vanessa thrashing against the officers restraining her. But something was different now. Gone was the cold, calculating woman who had threatened Tasha moments ago. In her place was someone frantic, unhinged someone unraveling before their eyes. “No! No, Tasha is the real culprit!” Vanessa shrieked, her voice rising in hysteria. “You should arrest her! She took everything from me!” Tasha’s breath caught in her throat as she watched Vanessa’s wild eyes dart between her and Daniel. It was as if something inside Vanessa had finally cracked, something that had been holding her together just long enough to get to this point. Daniel tensed beside her, his jaw locking as Vanessa’s attention snapped to him. “Daniel—” she pleaded, her voice turning desperate. “Daniel, tell them! Don’t let Tasha take everything from me! You know you still love me! I know you do! She came between us! She ruined everything! She—” Her w
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Vanessa’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as she glared at Tasha, her eyes burning with pure hatred. Her fingers twitched as if itching to grab the gun again, but Daniel stood between them now, his stance rigid, protective. “You should have stayed away from me and my family,” Tasha said, stepping closer, her voice like ice. “You should have accepted Daniel’s offer and left to start over.” Vanessa let out a bitter laugh, her face twisting in anger. “Start over?” she spat. “While you get to have everything? While I’m left with nothing?” Tasha’s jaw clenched. Enough. Without warning, she struck her palm cracking against Vanessa’s cheek in a sharp, resounding slap. Vanessa’s head snapped to the side, but before she could react, another slap landed, harder, making her stumble slightly. “Don’t ever mess with my family,” Tasha warned, her voice low and deadly. “Or next time, there will be no next cause you won’t even get the opportunity to do that.” Vanessa’s lips curled into
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Vanessa’s eyes blazed with long buried resentment, her voice dripping with venom. “Do you know why I’ve always hated you?” she asked, her tone low but vibrating with raw emotion. Tasha didn’t flinch, her gaze steady. “Of course,” she replied coldly. “You said it yourself, it’s always about Daniel.” Vanessa’s lips curled into a bitter snarl. “Not just that,” she spat, her voice trembling with anger. “You took everything away from me. You stole my future. You and that bitch, Vivienne.” Tasha’s eyes narrowed at the mention of Vivienne. A cold wave of realization passed through her, but she stayed silent, letting Vanessa unravel. Vanessa continued, her voice rising with each word. “Do you remember the full ride scholarship to the fashion school Mr. Sterling offered you back then? That scholarship was supposed to be mine!” Her fists clenched, her nails digging into her palms. “I worked for it, I earned it. But then you showed up, some nobody from the gutter and took it from me!”
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Tasha’s footsteps crunched softly against the damp earth as she neared the back of the Edge Café. The old, weathered building loomed silently in the early morning mist, the neon sign above flickering faintly as if struggling to wake up with the rest of the world. Beyond the café, the narrow path led down toward the stream, the gentle sound of flowing water growing louder with each step. Her heart pounded, every beat echoing in her ears as she slowed her pace. The air smelled of earth and dew, a crispness that clung to her skin. She scanned the area, her eyes sharp beneath the shadow of her hoodie. The place was eerily still. No movement. No sign of Vanessa. Yet. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out, her stomach twisting. It was a message from Daniel: I’m on my way. Stay where I can find you. Tasha’s thumb hovered over the reply button, but she
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He hesitated, clearly torn between his duty and her command. “Ma’am, please—” “I’ll be fine,” she interrupted gently but firmly. “No one follows me.” The guard clenched his jaw, clearly uncomfortable with the idea, but reluctantly nodded. “Be careful,” he muttered, watching as she slipped through the gate and disappeared into the early morning haze. The air outside was crisp, almost biting, but Tasha barely felt it. She pulled the hoodie over her head, tucking her hair inside as she walked briskly down the street. Every step echoed in her ears, mingling with the rapid beat of her heart. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she quickly pulled it out. A message flashed across the screen. I knew you’d come around. Meet me behind the café, down to the stream. Tasha scoffed softly, shaking her head. She glanced at the time 5:20 AM. Time was slipping fast. Without thinking too much, she opened her messages and typed quickly to Daniel. Meet me behind the café, down to the str
