Yara. " What unborn nephew or niece?" I asked, shock and disbelief painting my face. It couldn't be true, right? There was nowhere in hell that I was pregnant, right? But if they weren't talking about me, who exactly were they talking about? " Mmmmmh, Isa? You misheard !" Orson's voice was e
Yara. " Orson?" I almost shrieked, my eyes going wide as our gazes locked. He was my brother? That filthy rich Orson? The richest youth in the country? The one who single-handedly revolutionised the gaming world? The one who created the cool and crazy model that had the internet going crazy?
Yara. " Dad?" I called out, my voice smooth, without a hint of hesitation in it. I didn't need anyone to spell it for me to know. I could already tell he was my father. And what was more astonishing? I hadn't known that Billy Tate, that world-renowned icon, was Jasmine's husband. She had al
Yara. Thick darkness loomed heavily around me, and my heart tremored with fear as I strained my eyes, trying to look around, to search for light, albeit, just some flicker, but there was nothing. Fear clung to my gut like a second layer, and I found it hard to breathe, like a heavy weight was
Third Person. " So, twenty years ago, Molly was the one who tried killing Isara. No, she wanted to burn her alive, but someone happened to save her. " Long after the video ended, Asa, Yara's elder brother asked, pure horror written on his face. " And the chances are, the one who saved Isara ba
Third Person. " Or, he or she could be an enemy of the Tates." A cold glint crossed Molly's eyes as she deduced. And yeah, that also made sense. " If they were an enemy, they would have killed the girl instead, why leave her alive and risk the chance of being discovered, later?" One of the men