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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
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 se
“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 a
Anne Rose entered the tall building of Hart Enterprises. She recalled the last time when she came here to see her husband. Never. She had never entered the threshold of this building. "I'm here to meet Mr Hart, "Anne Rose said to the receptionist. Although she had never been to his office, the reception instantly recognised Mrs Hart. "I will inform the CEO that you are here to meet him," The receptionist said with a polite smile. "Don't ring him," Anne said with a smile. "I'm here to surprise him." "Alright, Mrs Hart, " the receptionist answered. Anne walked to Nicholas' office with a lot of thoughts in her mind. She was thinking about how he would react seeing her in his office. Things between them had been cold for a year as the incident that happened one year ago changed the entire dynamics of their relationship. If she hadn't given up on him then, things wouldn't have gotten bad with them. Clutching her purse tightly in her hand, she imagined how he was going to react to the
The following morning Anne Rose was lying on the bed naked next to her husband who was sleeping peacefully. Her pale skin was covered with hickey marks. She remembered the fervor of the lovemaking– no– sex that she had done with her husband. He had never shown his animalistic instincts until this life when she proposed divorce to him. If he thought sex would repair the cracks in their shattered relationship, he had another thing coming. She decided to submit the signed divorce papers in the court and then meet her father in the jail. Her entire world was wrecked when she married Nicholas. She married him with great dreams in her eyes. But a day after their marriage, her father was arrested for having involvement with the mafia. She begged Nicholas to let her meet her father but he refused saying that his wife could never have connections with a man having been arrested for such charges.Since she was divorcing her husband, there was no reason for her to stop visiting her father. Th
It was the day when Anne Rose Swift Hart was killed and Roseanne Deluca was born. Time flew instantly and memories were slowly fading. Yet, there were times when she would wake up with tremors and nightmares. Five years were not enough to forget the twenty five years that she had lived as Anne Rose. "Rosie, the customer on table five is creating a ruckus. She is saying that she asked for an extra extra hot coffee but we served it extra extra cold. It's been thirty minutes since we served her coffee while she was busy on her phone, " Maria, the barista said to her. "She is disturbing other customers too. A few even left seeing a commotion inside. It's still morning and she is affecting our business." "Let me handle it, "Rosanne said, looking at the said lady scolding the other barista. "Bring your manager. I want to meet her. What kind of services this place has!" At the same time, the lady's phone rang. "Jackson, I told you to not call me. Can't you understand what I want…." The
At the exit of the airport. A woman dressed in a long black winter coat walked elegantly towards the exit gate. Her long legs were looking sexy as she was rocking her winter boots. Her long red hair was kept open and to make her more attractive she was wearing a beret cap. She exuded a confident and alluring aura as she walked past the crowd who couldn't help but look at her. The woman was so gorgeous with her fair skin, pale blue eyes, long beautiful and healthy red hair and freckles trailing her cheeks and nose that one couldn't help but wonder if it was stardust. It wasn't just her who was capturing all the attention, it was also the cute toddler who was holding her finger. Leon knew that his mommy was the prettiest woman in the world and it was fine with him when people stare at her because beautiful things are meant to be seen. Just like his mommy. The people were in awe of the little boy who walked as if he owned the world. The little prideful boy was too much for people's h