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Chapter Thirty One

Mr. Belvoir: "Tasha, just wanted to personally commend you on your incredible work so far. The designs are bold, innovative everything I expected and more. Looking forward to seeing them shine at the upcoming contest. We’re in for something spectacular." Tasha’s heart skipped a beat, a mix of pride and pressure swirling inside her. Mr. Belvoir rarely sent personal messages, and his praise meant a lot. It also meant that the stakes were even higher for the upcoming fashion contest, her biggest opportunity yet. Claire returned from the kitchen with a cup of coffee, noticing the look on Tasha’s face. “Good news?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. Tasha held up her phone. “Mr. Belvoir... He’s impressed with everything so far.” Claire grinned. “See? I told you. You’re killing it.” Tasha set the phone down, though her mind was already racing with everything left to do. “Yeah, but the contest... It’s still coming up fast. This could either make my career or sink it. Everything has to be
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Chapter Thirty Two

The ride to the atelier was a blur, her mind running through everything that needed to be done. The fashion contest was looming closer, and the pressure was mounting. But this wasn’t just any competition, it was her chance to make a mark, to solidify her place back in New York’s elite fashion world. When she arrived at the atelier, the familiar hum of activity greeted her. The team was already at work, mannequins stood draped in half-finished gowns, bolts of fabric lay across worktables, and the sound of sewing machines filled the air. This was where Tasha felt most alive, where her creativity could flow freely. “Good morning, everyone,” Tasha called out as she stepped inside. The team greeted her with nods and smiles, eager to hear her next instructions. She walked straight to the design board, studying the sketches she had been working on for weeks. The evening gown was almost complete, but something about the design still felt... off. One of her seamstresses approached, holdi
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Chapter Thirty Three

Tasha didn’t hesitate. She rushed forward, her hands pulling Ethan away from Venessa’s tight grip. "Mom!" Ethan cried, his face streaked with tears, clinging to her as if he was terrified of letting go. Tasha’s heart pounded, her breath shallow with anger as she faced Venessa. "Get your hands off my son!" she snapped, her voice sharp and filled with protective fury. Venessa blinked, clearly taken aback at first, but then a wicked smile spread across her lips. "Your son?" she echoed, her tone dripping with malice. Her eyes gleamed with amusement, as if she had found a weakness to exploit. "This bastard?" Before Venessa could utter another vile word, Tasha’s hand flew across her face with a loud, resounding slap. The force of it caused Venessa to stagger back, her hand instinctively reaching for her reddened cheek, shock and humiliation in her eyes. "You will not speak about my child like that," Tasha hissed, her voice low but filled with such intensity that it could cut throug
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Chapter Thirty Four

Later that evening, Tasha went to Ethan's room. The light in the hallway cast a soft glow into the space, revealing Ethan sitting cross-legged on his bed, his small face etched with confusion. Tasha could see he was still bothered by what had happened earlier with Venessa. She tried to steady herself as she approached him, determined to offer comfort and clarity. “Hey, sweetheart,” she said softly, sitting on the edge of his bed. “You doing okay?” Ethan looked up at her, his eyes big and filled with questions. “Mom, why did that lady call me that? What's a ‘basta...?’” Before he could finish, Tasha cut him off gently, “Don't say that word, honey. It's not a good word, and you don't ever need to repeat it.” “But why did she say it?” Ethan pressed, his voice filled with the innocent curiosity only a child could have. “Is it because I don't have a real dad?” Tasha's heart clenched at his words. She hadn’t anticipated this moment—having to explain such harsh realities to him. Sh
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Chapter Thirty Five

Daniel hesitated for a fraction of a second before taking her hand. His touch was familiar, but the circumstances couldn’t have been more different. “Tasha,” he replied, his voice low, his eyes searching hers for something she wasn’t ready to give. Venessa, standing beside Daniel with a smug expression, wasted no time inserting herself into the conversation. “Oh, Tasha, how lovely to see you again,” she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “I didn’t realize you’d be here tonight.” Tasha returned the smile, though hers was far more genuine. “Likewise, Venessa. It’s been... a while.” The tension between the four of them was palpable. Venessa squeezed Daniel’s arm tighter, as if staking her claim, while Daniel remained silent, his gaze flickering between Tasha and Venessa. “Well,” Mr. Belvoir continued, oblivious to the undercurrents, “I’m sure the two of you will have plenty to discuss over the course of the evening. I’ll leave you to it. There are some other guests I need
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Chapter Thirty Six

Tasha slowly stood, her heart thudding in her chest. She had prepared herself for this moment, Daniel being reintroduced into her professional life, but nothing could quite compare to the reality of standing in front of him once again. Robbin, sensing the shift in energy, stood beside her but remained silent. His eyes flicked between Tasha and Daniel, though he was unaware of the deeper history between them. "Daniel," Mr. Belvoir continued, motioning toward him, "this is Tasha, the creative genius behind the designs we’ve been so excited about. Tasha, Daniel is one of our biggest investors for the project." Daniel’s expression was composed, his eyes flickering with something Tasha couldn’t quite place. His hand extended toward her, and she hesitated only briefly before taking it. "Nice to meet you," Daniel said, his voice deep and steady. Tasha met his gaze evenly. "Likewise," she responded, her voice calm though her thoughts were racing. Their handshake lingered a momen
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Chapter Thirty Seven

As they entered the apartment, the soft hum of the elevator still lingered in the background. Claire offered a quiet goodnight before retreating to her room, leaving Tasha and Robbin alone in the living room.Tasha stood by the window, gazing out at the city lights, her mind replaying the events from the evening. She didn’t want to talk about it, not now, not yet. The weight of everything with Venessa, and even Daniel, felt too heavy to carry at this moment.Robbin approached her gently, his presence calm and reassuring. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch warm. “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured softly, as if sensing her need for silence. Tasha turned to face him, her eyes meeting his with a soft vulnerability. “Thank you, Robbin,” she whispered. “For always being there. For Ethan, for me…”Before he could respond, she leaned in, kissing him. What began as a soft kiss quickly turned more intense, her hands finding their way to his chest, pulling him closer. He res
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Chapter Thirty Eight

“Not that serious?” Daniel's voice came out low, cold, almost dangerous. His fists clenched at his sides, the weight of Venessa’s words sinking into him like a knife. “She saved your life, Venessa. And you... you trashed it like it meant nothing?” Venessa rolled her eyes, that infuriating smirk playing at the corner of her lips. She had always been this way careless, selfish, and utterly incapable of seeing beyond her own needs. Daniel couldn’t help but think how wrong he had been about her all those years ago. "Spare me the lecture, Daniel," she shot back, her voice dripping with disdain. "You think you're some kind of hero, don't you? Running to her defense like she’s some martyr? She came between us, She’s not innocent. None of us are." His jaw tightened as he took a step closer, anger coursing through him. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Tasha had given up her blood to save Venessa’s life, and this was how she repaid her? With mockery and disdain? But before he could
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Chapter Thirty Nine

The night passed in restless waves for Daniel. Sleep evaded him, his mind replaying every moment of the gala, the argument with Venessa, and most of all, Tasha. She was so close, below him, in the same building. He couldn’t shake the gnawing need to see her again, to make sense of the emotions he was caught in. The clock read 6:30 AM when he finally gave up trying to rest. The soft hum of the city waking up outside the window barely registered as he got up, throwing on a shirt and jeans. He paced the room for a few minutes, debating whether this was the right thing to do, but his feet moved on their own. Before he knew it, Daniel was standing in front of Tasha’s door on the floor below. His hand hovered over the doorbell for a moment. What was he even going to say? But the pull was too strong. He pressed the button, and after a few beats, the door opened. To his surprise, it wasn’t Tasha who stood on the other side but R
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Chapter Forty

Back in his apartment, Daniel couldn’t shake the thoughts that swirled in his mind. Robbin... Are they really married? he wondered, pacing the floor. Has Tasha really moved on? The image of Ethan calling Robbin "Dad" played over and over in his head. But then, at another moment, the boy had called him "Uncle Robbin." Daniel couldn’t piece it together. Was Robbin just a close friend? Or had Tasha truly built a new life without him? He clenched his fists, feeling a tightness in his chest. The uncertainty gnawed at him, but he wasn’t ready to face the truth just yet. Daniel leaned against the window, staring blankly at the city below, lost in thought. The idea of Tasha moving on, building a new life with Robbin, felt like a weight he couldn't shake off. He ran his hand through his hair, frustration evident on his face. Ethan called him Dad... but also Uncle Robbin. Daniel’s mind spun, trying to figure out their relationship. His heart wanted to believe Tasha hadn’t moved on, but
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