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Chapter Twenty-Two
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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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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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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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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. M
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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 wha
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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 in 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, flic
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