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Mama commented meaningfully. Chase cleared his throat and looked away from me. "Shall we eat?" he changed the topic. I secretly sighed. Now that I’ve met the family behind TAC Group of Companies, Mama’s desire for me to marry Chase, their heir, has become even stronger. And I will do everything, just so you’ll be mine, Chase Grey. Only mine.

“Good morning, ma.” “Good morning.” Marsha replied. She took some steps and stood in front of Anna, who fixed her eyes on her laptop screen and was pressing the keyboard non-stop. “Hey!” Marsha raised her voice. She looked around and discharged a deep breath to control herself. She lowered her voice and call. “Anna, are you blind?”

You know what I was too? Fucking pissed. "Mama, what is it at all that you wanted to tell me that couldn't wait till morning?" I angrily asked sitting up and reaching for a pillow so I could hug it. She plopped down on my bed, an expressive look in her eyes. Mama's eyes were blue like mine even though we were black, a condition called Waardenburg Syndrome. She cleared her throat noisily and that apparently drove me up the wall. "Oh, get on with it already mama." I snapped at her angrily. She'd have usually gone all defensive on my ass but it was like she could tell I was extremely upset.

"Can you tell me what this is, Mama? It’s a…?" Mama’s eyes flickered to the card, her lips parting slightly. "…Apple," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The therapist smiled warmly. "That’s right! An apple. Excellent, Mama." In another corner of the room, a cognitive therapist worked on memory exercises, using familiar objects and scents to trigger recall. The process was slow, painstaking, but there were moments—tiny flickers of recognition—that gave the team hope. Mama’s journey was far from over, but they were committed to helping her reclaim as much of her life as possible.

“You know I don’t want another woman.” “Do you still love Mama?” Kyra asked. “No one can replace her,” said Luke. “Are you going to look for her?” Kyra asked. “How can I find her? We have no clue where she is,” said Luke. “You know that’s not impossible for Alpha, don’t you?” Kyra asked. “No matter where Mama is in the world, Alpha can see her.”

Some things needed space before they could be spoken. Then the phone rang. The name on the screen read simply: Mama. Jebediah picked up without hesitation. "Morning, Mother." "JB." Maureen's voice was quick, clipped at the edges. "Where are you?" "Almost at the Estate. Why?" "Head straight to the family parlor when you arrive. Your Grandmama and I want to speak with you." She paused . "We all do." Jebediah's brow rose slowly. "Is everything alright, Mother?"

I stepped out of my chamber to find Kael and Sara wandering about, their voices echoing as they called for Aurelia. "Mom!!!" I happened to to appear and their look wasn't satisfactory to see me. “Where’s Mama?” Kael asked, brows knit together in worry. I crouched to their level, softening my voice. “Your mother had to go take care of something important. She’ll be back soon.” "I want Mama!!" Kael cried and I carried him on my lap. "Hey! Lil buddy, Mama will be back soon, today is the day you will spend with daddy! Alright?" I smiled at him.

“So what do you want me to think?” Ara whipped around with a grin. “You are wrong about me. I’m absolutely fine, and we’re not hiding anything.” I examined her face, her forced smile, and shook my head, my nostrils flaring. “You’re my sister, Ara.” “Okay, you caught us,” Mama finally gave up. Taking a deep breath, she said, “Your papa is looking for a suitor for Ara.” “What?” Ara didn’t speak. I licked my lips and pulled my brows deeper. “But she can choose whoever she wants.”

“Look, Mama, see? Here’s food. Eat some and get your strength back.” Eyes closed, Mama sniffs the fish and shakes her head. “I don’t need fish, Luna love,” she wheezes. “It can’t help me. I’m afraid this is it for me.” Her voice comes out in a gurgle. Claw marks crisscross her body, and blood seeps from the jagged tears in her skin. Don’t die on me. Please don’t die. I’ll be all alone out here. My head whips around as I search for something to staunch the blood oozing from Mama’s side. As I search, I swat at the blood-sucking insects attempting to make a meal out of me.

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.