All Chapters of Mummy, please go back to Daddy.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

### Cherry's POVI never wanted to do this. Never wanted to agree to his ridiculous terms. Never wanted to be in the same room with him after he humiliated me in front of everyone. The memory was still fresh in my mind—the way he accused me of being fake, siding with his overbearing mother and that conniving Sharon. Their cruel words echoed in my head, fueling the resentment I harbored. It was that humiliation that pushed me into working with his cousin Gabriel. At least Gabriel treated me with respect, offering me a fair deal of five million dollars. But when Dylan saw me outside Gabriel’s office, he didn’t hesitate to confront me, his expression dark and brooding. “Why are you working with Gabriel?” he demanded, his voice a mix of anger and disbelief. “Why not?” I shot back, folding my arms across my chest. “I work with whoever pays me, Dylan. Loyalty isn’t part of my job description.”To my utter shock, he made an offer I couldn’t refuse. Twenty million dollars—fifteen from him

**Cherry's POV** I am not someone who looks for trouble, but at this moment, I am furious. My chest burns with indignation as I replay what just happened in my mind. Who does she think she is? The audacity to treat me like a slave, especially in a place where I am paid twenty million dollars, while she barely earns two thousand. And yet, she acts like she owns me—like she controls my life. I shouldn’t be surprised; people like her always overstep. But I can’t help but feel betrayed—not just by her, but by Sarah too. Sharon is a nuisance, always sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong, but Sarah should know better. Instead, she enables Sharon's childish behavior. It all started this morning when Sharon waltzed into my office, her voice dripping with condescension as she instructed me to submit the project department’s evaluation report. I was already annoyed, but I kept my cool and complied. When I arrived at the department, I placed the report neatly on the table. That’s whe

### Sharon's POV My name is Sharon, and I know exactly what I did. Am I regretting it? Not a single bit. She deserves every ounce of this. How dare she waltz into *our* company, parading herself like some untouchable celebrity? Cherry. That name alone feels like poison on my tongue. She’s come here to flaunt herself, to undermine everything I’ve worked for, and worst of all, to destroy the marriage I’m this close to having with Dylan. But no. Dylan barely even looks at me anymore. His once-warm eyes, the ones that used to light up whenever I entered the room, are now fixed on her. He can’t stop talking about her—*Cherry this, Cherry that.* Every time he mentions her charity work, it feels like a slap in the face. I’m losing him, I can feel it. I clench my fists so tightly that my nails dig into my palms. If I can’t get her out of Dylan’s life, I’ll get her out of this company. And if I can’t get her out of this company, then I’ll make sure her reputation is so thoroughly destroy

**Cherry's POV** I had been listening to Mira and Sharon's plot unfold like a badly directed movie. Did she honestly think I wouldn’t catch on? With wolf hearing like mine, their whispering was practically a public broadcast. Sharon's snide comments and Mira's venomous words only confirmed what I had suspected for weeks now—these women were scheming behind my back. But I wasn’t the naive Cherry they used to know. I had anticipated every move. The moment I overheard them hatching their plan, I discreetly planted my phone in the office to record. And when Dylan fired Mira, it was like watching karma arrive on a silver platter. During the meeting, Sharon kept shooting daggers at me with her eyes. Her lips curled into a sneer, her nails tapping on the table in agitation, but I didn’t flinch. I simply straightened my blazer and smiled faintly, as if daring her to say something. I wanted her to stew in her fury—it was a well-deserved punishment. Once the meeting ended, I made my

### Selena's POV “Yes, Mom,” I mumbled, dragging my feet across the room as I reached for my schoolbag. When she said I should dress up for school, I knew she meant the extra lessons she had enrolled me in—lessons she insisted were necessary for me to excel academically. But my mind wasn’t in those lessons. Instead, I was fixated on the pictures someone had posted online. My chest tightened as I thought about how they were trying to ruin my mom’s reputation. Someone out there hated her so much they couldn’t stop until she was broken. I couldn’t let that happen. I love my mom more than anything. She had already sacrificed so much for me, and now I wanted to protect her. But how could I? I’m just a ten-year-old girl. Nobody would take me seriously, not even the police. They’d brush me off, calling my words “childish talk.” Then it hit me—Mr. Dylan. The moment his name popped into my mind, I had a plan. I raised my hand hesitantly during the lesson. “Madam, I don’t feel