All Chapters of Aretha Hawthorne: The Rise Of The Phoenix: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter Twenty-One

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚The words hang between us, thick and suffocating in the atmosphere. Your birth mother.I stare at Althea Hawthorne—my supposed birth mother—my pulse roaring in my ears. She looks at me with expectation, with hope, with something so raw in her eyes that it twists something deep in my chest but I shove it down, then force myself to breathe past the lump forming in my throat.“This is a joke,” I laugh humourlessly, shaking my head as my breath comes in fast and sharp. “A sick, twisted joke.”The older woman flinches, but she doesn’t back down. “It’s not. I promise you, Aretha, I would never lie about something like this.”“Stop calling me that.” My voice is sharp, cutting through the tense air in the room. “My name isn't Aretha. I'm—”“Selena Berfield, is it?” She cuts in, her voice laced with heartbreak. “So you'd choose to keep bearing the name given to you by the very people who had humiliated you and cast you out of their family, rather than reclaiming your birth name?”
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Chapter Twenty-Two

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, forcing the stubborn lump in my throat down. When I finally speak, my voice is hoarse. “H–How did you find me?”Althea perks up, scooting closer to me on the bed, and I realize I don't mind the proximity, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with longing. Her lips part, and for the first time, her composure cracks. Tears pool in her eyes, and she clasps her hands together as if steadying herself.“We never stopped looking for you.”I lift my head to watch her. “You were abducted when you were only three, Aretha. That's why we have just these few pictures from your childhood.” Her voice breaks and I can see the years of pain behind her eyes. “We searched everywhere. We followed every lead we got, but they always led to dead ends. And then…” She lets out a trembling breath. “Then after twenty-three agonizingly long years, we finally saw you.”I frown. “What do you mean?”Althea hesitates, as though she’s trying to gather the strength to say it.
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Chapter Twenty-Three

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚I spend nearly an hour in the bedroom, trying to steady my breathing, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions storming through me. My fingers absently trace the edges of the bulky photo album still resting on my lap, my mind caught somewhere between disbelief and cautious acceptance.They insist that they’re my parents and somehow, I know it’s true. But knowing and accepting are two different things.I exhale shakily and rise from the bed, packing my items which I noticed they'd placed on the second nightstand. I can’t stay here any longer—I need the space to breathe, to think. When I finally step out of the room, I find Althea and Clive waiting in the hallway, their eyes filled with worry. I brace myself before speaking.“I… I need some time,” I tell them both, my voice quieter than I intend. “This is—this is a whole lot for me to take in, and I just—I need some time to process everything.”I see the instant hesitation in Althea’s eyes first as she takes a smal
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Chapter Twenty-Four

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚Later that night, I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying the events of the day in an endless loop. My fingers absentmindedly trace over the birthmark I know is on my left breast, the very thing that confirmed what should have been impossible. I found my real parents today.The thought is still surreal, still overwhelming— too massive to fully wrap my head around, but one thing keeps surfacing amid the chaos: My best friend is right.I won’t let my past dictate my present and future. I won't let what the Winthrops and Berfields put me through prevent me from embracing this and giving my biological family a chance. I was never unwanted by my birth parents, and they hadn’t abandoned me. They never stopped looking for me. And if I push them away now out of fear, I’ll never forgive myself.So I decide to make my choice.I’m going to give them a chance. And if things don’t work out in the end, at least I’ll know that I tried. At least, I could still choose to k
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Chapter Twenty-Five

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐬It's been two weeks since Elena disappeared.Two weeks filled with unanswered questions and dead ends. Two weeks of concern and frustration. Two whole weeks of trying to find a woman who, it turns out, never even existed—at least, not as we knew her. Cameron's office is as silent as a graveyard, save for the steady humming of the air conditioning. The tension in the room is palpable as we sit in uneasy stillness—me with my elbows braced on my knees and fingers steepled, while my mind painstakingly runs through every possible scenario for why she'd fled from us.Nathaniel stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his jaw tight, arms crossed, and eyes locked on the nighttime city skyline outside. As usual, he hasn’t said much, but the rigidity in his stance speaks louder than words. Cameron, on the other hand, leans back in his chair, attempting a casual pose which fails in belying the more honest and telltale signs of his agitation such as his fingers tapping an erratic rhy
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Chapter Twenty-Six

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐬There's a woman standing in the center of the ballroom, surrounded by almost all the guests. She looks like a lost prey being circled by vultures and I begin to wonder why we were sent this video when the lass suddenly turns, bringing her face into view. My breath catches when I recognize her.It's Elena.However, she’s not sitting behind a piano like we would expect, considering her previous job at the restaurant. Neither is she wearing her typical look of cold indifference nor is she veiled in the mystery that’d first drawn us to her. No. Elena is standing in the middle of the ballroom, her expression one of shock and devastation, with her dark eyes wide as she pleads with someone just out of frame.I blink, my mind scrambling to connect the dots, to process the image of Elena in this new light.She's dressed in a colorful, revealing gown that's a far cry from the usually modest and monotonous outfits we've seen her wear ever since meeting her. I'd even noticed how she
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Chapter Twenty-Seven

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚I take a slow yet deep breath, smoothing my hands over the silky fabric of my dress for the night. The gold satin gown clings to my figure, accentuating my curves in a way that is both elegant and daring, the one-shoulder design leaving my left shoulder bare while the fabric gathers at my waist in a ruche style before cascading down to the ground in soft folds. A thigh-high slit runs up one side of my leg, revealing just enough skin to be striking, but not inappropriate. Althea had picked out the dress for me earlier and seeing as I'd immediately fallen in love with it just like the one she'd given me at Marcos' event, I can certainly say that my biological mother has a keen eye for fashion, and although I'd have preferred to wear something more simple and casual since we wouldn't even be leaving the mansion, I can't help but love the gown regardless. It's bold with a luxurious sheen to it that projects confidence—something I'm certainly not feeling much of right now.
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Chapter Twenty-Eight

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚When Althea had said that she knew exactly what I needed to get started on my revenge plan against those backstabbers, the last place I'd expected her to bring me to is this place—a large shopping mall right in the heart of Knightsbridge. My gaze flits from side to side, taking in the shops as we pass them until we finally stop before one of them. The boutique before me is the embodiment of extravagance and practically dripping in wealth as we walk inside through the automatic doors. Its marble-tiled floors gleam underneath the glow of massive orb-like crystal chandeliers, their intricate gold-inlaid designs paving a path toward a space so opulent, it feels more like a room in a palace than a mere boutique. Ornate columns stretch towards the visible ceiling, their gilded carvings whispering of aristocracy, while a golden carousel right in the center of the room, adorned with accessories and delicate perfume bottles, flaunts its luxury.I exhale, turning to Althea with wh
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Chapter Twenty-Nine

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚The late afternoon sun spills through the tinted car windows, casting muted golden rays across the dashboard while my gaze drifts over the countless shops and buildings we pass by, distractedly taking in the sights. A muffled tapping sound fills the silence in the car and I turn my head to face the only other person here with me. Althea is the one seated behind the wheel this time, after having decided to chauffeur us to our one and only destination for today. Her flawlessly manicured fingers drum idly against the leather as we cruise through the city. The scent of her signature perfume—a mixture of jasmine and something deeper and muskier—lingers in the air, blending with the faint smell of the leftover coffee im the cup holder between us.I look at her, noticing the slight curve of her lips, a tender, meaningful smile playing there as if she’d already been anticipating my nerves. “You’re more quiet than usual today, sweetie. A penny for your thoughts?” She remarks, fli
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Chapter Thirty

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚On the third day of our transformatory spree, I wake up with a singular goal in mind and that's to erase every trace of my past still left. The weight of old names and old identities presses down on me like chains I’ve long outgrown. Today, I’m cutting them loose.Althea is already at the breakfast table when I step into the sunlit kitchen. She’s sipping on what I'm sure is her routine morning pick-me-up—chai tea, not coffee as the faint aromas of cinnamon, ginger and other spice blends curl into the air. Seated completely untouched on the dining table before her is a large platter that holds a classic, full English breakfast, consisting of some crispy bacon strips, blood sausages, baked beans, hash browns, a couple of fresh cherry tomatoes gotten from the greenhouse at the backyard of the mansion, black pudding, fried eggs with runny yolks, and sauteed mushrooms. A separate set of plates surround the platter, containing few slices of toasted sourdough bread, some porrid
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