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Anne's heart skipped a beat as she heard her father's name in the story.“Your father,” Daisy continued, “He was Nikolai Hart's right-hand man. Jacob was an orphan who was handpicked from the streets by Nikolai as he saw potential in him. He had sworn to serve Nikolai loyally but when Belrose first laid eyes on him, she was determined to have him. As stubborn as she was, she wouldn’t accept no for an answer.”Anne's mind raced, trying to piece together the story of a man she once thought she knew and a mother whose existence felt more like a myth. She had a very twisted life from the begining and it was no less than a storyline of a soap opera. A father who she thought was a normal office going man turned out to be a mafia man. The woman who gave birth to her, and Anne thought the same woman who abandoned her during the time of her birth was a mafia boss who considered herself as a queen. Daisy added in a tone that had an underlying anger to it, “Jacob struggled with his loyalty to N
Tallan nodded in agreement. “Until one day, Jacob came to her. He was desperate for help because his master was losing.”Anne rolled her eyes. How coud her dad be such an asshole? He rejected this woman who was ready to move heavens and hell for him! When she decided to stay away and protect her heart, he was there to ask for her help! This was such an emotional manipulation. Daisy’s voice was heavy with memories as she spoke. “We lost track of everything after that night. She refused to help the Harts and turned them away. Weeks later, she announced she was moving to New York. Soon after, we received a message from her. She informed us that she had purchased an island and wanted us all to move there with her to build a new life. We assumed she was heartbroken and wanted to escape the painful memories that we all made in America by moving to a distant place. This island was barren. A few thousands of people loved here who used to work as bondage labourers. She freed them and made the
Anne whispered, her voice filled with sorrow. “Coco, I feel so stupid. How can this be my life? I have spent my entire life blaming my mother for abandoning me, and now…” She looked at her daughter and added with pain, “Now I find out it was never that simple.”Coco hugged her mother tightly while she was speaking with a calm and perceptive tone. “Mommy, I understand how sad you must feel and I get why you are upset. But think about it. How can we trust these people? We don’t know them. We have barely met them. They practically kidnapped us! They seem suspicious and I don’t think we can trust them.”Anne suddenly looked at Coco, her eyes narrowing as realization dawned. “You are right, baby! We can’t trust them. They know my weak spot and are trying to manipulate me with it. Until I have concrete proof that they are telling the truth, I would not believe a word they say.”Coco nodded in agreement, relieved to see her mother regaining her strength back. Anne could not believe that a sev
“Is this my mother?” Anne asked, her voice filled with skepticism. Her seven years old daughter reminded her to not trust these strangers no matter how persuasive they looked. She wondered how strong the Harts genes were that they kids were extremely intelligence even at this age. While her son had a skyrocketing IQ, her daughter had an astonishing EQ. Suddenly, she was so proud of the little darlings that she had raised. At the same time, she felt scared that she might never be able to return to New York and the new babies would be away from their family. She felt bad especially for Nicholas, who was extremely excited for this pregancy. He must be worrying too much right now. She just wished that he took it easy and take care of himself more at this time. She took a deep breath and came out of her thoughts. Amir nodded as his was gaze fixed on the portrait.Anne studied the painting. The woman in the portrait wore a sleek pantsuit while holding a gun in his hand. She has with an ai
Amir muttered under his breath, “She’s crazy.”A tall man in his late sixties, with a weathered face and a hint of weariness in his eyes, responded, “She’s Belrose’s daughter. Madness runs in their blood.”Amir acknowledged him with a nod. “Mr. Williams, how are you?”“I am well,” the old man replied, studying the painting with a critical eye. He sighed deeply, shaking his head. “Prince Amir, your father was never much of a painter.”Amir let out a resigned chuckle. “That, he certainly was not. Anne wanted to see a picture of her mother.”Mr. Williams continued to scrutinize the portrait. “This doesn’t capture Belrose at all, except for the eyes, hair, and chin. The rest? It’s just an idealized version your father imagined. She looks more like his fantasy than the woman she truly was.”Mr. Williams’s voice was calm but direct, carrying the experience that he gained all these years. “If you want her to see her mother’s real image, you know who you need to talk to.” His words were pointe
When Anne returned to the castle that was more as her prison, she noticed a man in a black suit waiting at the entrance. Near him, Daisy, Hugo, and Tallan stood with their heads bowed. As soon as Prince Amir spotted the man, his entire posture changed. He stiffened with both apprehension and unease.The man acknowledged Amir with a formal greeting before delivering his message. “The Queen has sent word. She requests that the esteemed guest be moved to her residence.”Amir’s reaction was immediate. His tone was very sharp and defensive. “Anne is comfortable here.” His discomfort was evident and Anne sensed the tension between the two men. She tried to piece together the unspoken conflict between the two to take advantage of it. He turned to her, his voice was almost pleading. “Right, Anne?”But does she care? She hated Amir more than anyone right now. Anne smiled softly. She said, “Actually, I would like to meet her.” The man’s expression turned to a satisfied smile. “Thank you, Mrs.
Anne’s voice was shaky as she said, “I’m not feeling well. I will go back.” She left quickly, leaving behind an uneasy silence. Although the Queen agreed to her request, her heart was very uneasy. Once Anne was gone, Amir turned to his mother in frustration. “Mother, don’t send Charlotte Hart back. The girl is a devil—”Before he could finish, his mother slapped him hard across the face. She was so angry that words could not cover it. “You fool! What were you thinking? You brought Nicholas Hart’s wife here? Of all people, why?”Amir rubbed his cheek, still shocked by the slap. His relationship with his mother was always sore but not to the point of his mother using violence against him. He whispered, “She’s Belrose’s daughter.”His mother’s eyes narrowed. “Do you really think I don’t know what you are trying to do?” She stepped closer, her voice filled with anger. “Amir, you need to learn your lesson before it’s too late. Belrose and her daughter are off-limits! I have been warning y
Since it was evening, no one noticed Coco lying unconscious on the shore. When she regained consciousness, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar place. Her mommy had told her about all the possible things she might need to do. She reminded herself not to be scared and to stay confident. She could handle it. Although she was all alone, she did not have kidnappers after her. As night began to fall, Coco walked along a dimly lit road and encountered some drunk men. She didn't feel afraid. Both she and Leon had been learning martial arts. She reminded herself she could handle this. She made a mental note to practise hardly to be more skilfull in martial arts and learn everything to defend herself and perhaps attack the other person too. These experiences were going to shaper her into a very strang person and she was looking forward to it. She was a Hart princess but she would become so strong and capable that she would not need a knight to save her again. The drunken men tried to
EpilogueThree Years Later“Dr. Hart?”Abella turned around to see a nurse hurrying toward her.“The patient in the NICU is responding to the medication,” the nurse informed her. “Could you check on her?”Without hesitation, Abella rushed to the NICU, her heart throbbing fast. That morning, the baby girl’s condition had been critical, but now, as she looked into those tiny, bright eyes, she felt a wave of relief.“Hey there, sweetheart,” Abella cooed, smiling warmly. “You’re such a fighter. You fought so hard to be here with your mom and dad.”The baby stared up at her, and Abella’s heart melted.“Yes, you’re such a strong, big girl,” she whispered, gently touching the baby’s hand.Outside the NICU, the parents expressed their gratitude; their tearful smiles reminded Abella why she had chosen this path. In moments like these, she was reminded of how beautiful it was to help save these little angels. But there were also the heartbreaking days, the ones where some angels didn’t make it.
Meanwhile, Kate and Rhys were sitting with Anne.“Why is Aunt suddenly changing colors?” Rhys asked.“Because she knows she was wrong and wants back what she lost,” Kate said matter-of-factly.Anne chuckled. “Kate, as much as I love your straightforward attitude, I’d appreciate it if you toned it down in front of Emery. She is… well, very touchy and fussy.”Kate shrugged. “MIL, I have a complaint. Coco and Sia had a girls’ day without me! Can you imagine? I’m trying to be as cool as them, but they left me out!”Rhys suppressed a chuckle. “Yes, Mom, they left my dear Kate out.”Anne played along. “That’s terrible, I’ll scold them,”“Yes, scold them well,” Kate agreed, then added mischievously, “but don’t tell them I snitched. Just say it was Rhys.”Anne smiled. “Alright, dear.” Then, she glanced at Kate. “I saw you have been spending time with Abella. How’s that going? I know you two weren’t close.”Kate sighed. “Everyone coddles her too much. She is living in disillusionment. Coco and
It was a beautiful day that was filled with love, laughter, and cherished memories. Anne and Nicholas’s wedding anniversary had brought the entire family together, and the house was buzzing with warmth and joy.Nicholas turned to Anne as his eyes were soft with affection. “We have been together for forty years,” he said, a gentle smile on his lips.Anne smiled back, a touch of nostalgia in her gaze. “Yes, we made it this far.”Leaning in, Nicholas pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “Thank you for giving me the chance to be your husband.”Anne’s voice was barely above a whisper as she responded, “Thank you for fighting for us.”Just then, Leon and Coco appeared out of nowhere while wrapping their arms around their parents in a tight hug. “If anyone deserves the credit, it’s us!” Leon declared with a grin. “We made sure you two ended up together.”Nicholas and Anne exchanged amused glances before nodding. “Yes,” Nicholas agreed, “and we’re very thankful for your scheming. Turns out, it w
“Did you match into your preferred branch of residency?” Madam Facci asked, excitement filling her voice.Abella swallowed. “Ma, I’m still checking the results,” she admitted. “I’m scared.”“You have nothing to be scared of, my dear. Just look,” she heard. With a deep breath, Abella entered her credentials for the residency match. Her eyes darted across the screen as the words appeared before her.“I…” Her voice caught in her throat.“What is it?” Madam Facci asked eagerly.“Pediatrics…” Abella whispered in disbelief.A joyful gasp came from the other end. “Oh my god! I am so happy for you, dear!”Abella’s chest tightened as she read the rest. “With NYU…” she murmured. “If I accept it, I will have to stay in New York.”Was she ready for this?Madam Facci’s voice was warm and reassuring. “Whatever you choose, we are proud of you. You’ve worked hard for this. Don’t overthink it, just enjoy this moment. You did it, Abella. I’m so, so proud of you.”That evening, the entire family gather
Augustus Hart was born a healthy, chubby baby with a bald head, looking absolutely perfect in every way. His arrival was so sudden that only Callum and Estelle were present at the hospital when her water broke. They barely had time to inform anyone, but Abella rushed over as soon as she found out.The moment Callum stepped out of the delivery room and saw his sister waiting outside, a wave of emotions hit him all at once. Without hesitation, he pulled her into a tight hug.“Congratulations, brother. I’m so proud of you,” Abella whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.Callum let out a shaky breath, still overwhelmed. “When did you get here?”“Just now,” she said with a smile. “How’s Estelle?”“Tired,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Still cursing me.”Abella chuckled. “And the baby?”“Just perfect,” Callum said, his eyes softening. “Come inside. She is going to be so happy to see you.”When Estelle saw Abella, she let out a small gasp before pulling her into a long, tight
After her divorce, Abella didn’t leave the country. Cillian had given her a staggering sum in alimony, even going as far as naming half of his assets to her, but she refused to take a single dime. She had her own inheritance. More money than she could ever need. But what could wealth do? It couldn’t buy her happiness. It couldn’t fill the void in her heart.Cillian knew her too well; he didn’t push her to accept anything. He let her go, even when it shattered him.When her mother lived in Italy with Coco and Leon, alongside her uncle Nate, she had bought a beautiful bungalow. It had never been sold, left untouched over the years. When Abella married Cillian, Leon had given her the key to that house as a quiet token of their family’s past. There were two bungalows beside each other, one where her mother had raised her two older siblings, and the other where her father had stayed, the place where her parents had met and reunited. One had been passed down to Charlotte, the other to Leon.
Cillian stared at her, his throat tightening as he heard the finality in her voice. He had imagined this conversation a thousand different ways, but none of them had prepared him for the calm and almost serene acceptance in her eyes.“Abella…” He whispered her name like a prayer, like a plea. “Can we please rethink this?”Abella smiled. It was a soft, bittersweet smile that made his chest ache.“Cillian, there is nothing to rethink,” she said gently. “Alessandro came to see me. He told me that he was leaving the country with his mother. He said he doesn’t want to come between us, that he would be happy if you called him once in a while and only if it was okay with me.” She let out a humorless chuckle. “That’s too big of a burden for me to carry. I mean, I don’t care how you navigate your relationship with your son. But I will give you one piece of advice: don’t be a jerk. Don’t hurt one more person. You have already hurt me, you have hurt him, and you have hurt his mother. Stop making
Cillian reached for her hand, his grip firm but trembling as well. “Abella, please listen to me. I’m sorry. I made a mistake by not telling you the truth. Can you please forgive me?” His voice cracked with desperation.She looked at him, her expression unreadable. “I don’t know,” she said softly.Cillian’s breath hitched, and he tried again. “Please, I’ll change. I’ll work on myself. Just give me a chance.” His hands clenched at his sides as if willing himself not to break apart. “I don’t want to see you like this, so shattered. You mean so fucking much to me. Please.”But to Abella, his words felt like echoes in an empty room. They were hollow and weightless. Once upon a time, she had longed to hear them, had dreamed of a moment where he would look at her like this, beg for her, choose her. But now? Now, they felt unimportant. They meant nothing.She exhaled, rubbing her temple. “I heard you. But my head is splitting apart, Cillian. Can you please just go back to your house? I just w
Madam Facci looked at her son, her expression undecipherable. She had seen Cillian walk through storms without flinching, but today, he stood before her looking utterly wrecked. His usually sharp eyes were bloodshot, his arm wound had reopened, staining his sleeve with fresh blood, yet none of that seemed to matter to him or anyone at this point.“What do you want, Cillian?” she asked, her voice firm but not unkind.“I’m here to see Abella,” he said. His voice was hoarse, almost desperate.Madam Facci crossed her arms. “I’m sure you have no idea what happened last night.”“I know,” he admitted, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “I just want to explain things to her. She is overthinking this, and there is nothing much to overthink. I just—” He exhaled sharply. “I just want to make everything okay.”A wry smile tugged at Madam Facci’s lips, but there was no amusement in her eyes. “Son,” she said, “we can never tell someone what is worth overthinking or not. For you, th