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" I have been jealous of you ever since I was born, when we thought you were dead..I'm horrible, right? I know. " She admitted, wearing a self-mocking smile.. " They never forgot about you, you know? They never said it on my face but they kept on comparing you with me. Everything that I did, I sim
Yara. " Is the baby okay?" " How is Isara? When will she wake up?" " Is she out of danger? " My husband's familiar voice pulled me from my peaceful slumber and I stirred up, a frown settling on my lips as I took a whiff of the familiar hospital disinfectants. Goodness me, I hated that smell
" Isara? I hope you can forgive your grandfather. I did all that because I knew how obsessed you were with my grandson when you were little. Knowing your character, I knew that you would hate yourself if you later found out who you were and you would have been even more sad if you realised that you
"Unfair? Family? So you know the word fairness? But I only treated you the way you treated me. Is that wrong? Why are you complaining? Back there, you didn't even give me a chance to complain. You even wanted me to divorce my husband and happily give him to Serena. Why would I invite you to my weddi
Yara. " Because he is already here." He added, smiling lightly, a bitter smile. And in unison, Bryce and I turned, searching through the guests, who were lounging on the beach, enjoying the scenery, the nature, seemingly, unbothered by whatever was going between Bryce, Andrian and me. Yes. We
No one tried to stop me. And by the time it was midnight, I had lost count of the glases that I had taken. "Yara seems to have had too much to drink. I will take her to her room." From faraway, I heard Jade's composed voice as she suggested. From her tone, she didn't sound drunk at all. " Good
Yara. His name was Sir Blake. The rest used to call him that, but to me, he was Grandpa Blake. A stern but caring old man, with a mountain of pride and elegance. His house was right opposite the orphanage that we grew up in. He used to stay alone most of the time. Every day after lunch, we wou
In those three days, Uncle Smith, Jake, and Ace visited me twice, and each time, they appeared sincere enough, patting my back, calling me their family and staff. Well, the naive Yara would have believed them, but the current me? I just smiled softly at them, emotions masked, not too cold, and not t
" I don't know, Smith. " Aunt Rosa informed, her words laced with worry and concern. " You are probably overthinking. She won't remember. She was probably too drunk to remember anything. " Once again, Uncle Smiths voice rang out, calm and convincing, and I heard Aunt Rosa exhaling loudly next to







