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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
The next day, an aeroplane landed at the helipad, and from there, a convoy of cars carried the VIPs to the remote village police station. The officers had remained on high alert since Coco’s arrival. They hadn’t dared to sleep after knowing they were responsible for the security of someone extremely important.Coco was sleeping on a chair inside the station while clutching the phone. She had not let go of it all night and was connected with her family. Each member had taken turns talking to her all the time. They offered words of comfort to keep her spirits up.One of the officers gently tapped her shoulder and said, “Your family is here.”Coco’s eyes shot open and she immediately put the phone down while rushing outside. When she stepped out, she saw Nicholas, Sabrina, and her grandfathers waiting for her. Without hesitation, Coco sprinted straight into Nicholas’s arms with tears streaming down her face. “Dad, thank you for coming to save me.”Nicholas pulled her close, his voice fill