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shadows in the spotlight

Author: Barati Haizel
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Delilah’s POV

The first thing I heard that morning was not birdsong, nor the soft chirp of my alarm clock, but the clicking chaos of cameras outside my mansion. My curtains glowed from the flashing bulbs, white light stroking against the glass.

I sat up abruptly, heart pounding. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, notification after notification piling up. I did not need to check to know what it was about. Yesterdays impulsive post had exploded into a storm I could no longer control.

Paparazzi were camped outside my gates, shouting my name, demanding answers. To make matters worse Jackson did not come home since the news about his affair leaked .

Regret struck me like a knife to the chest. What had I done? I should have dealt with this privately. Quietly. I should have confronted Rosaline face-to-face, not handed the world ammunition to fire at me.

But it was too late now and there was nothing I could do about it .

“Mom?”

A small, sleepy voice pulled me from my spiral. My nine-year-o
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    Emily’s Point of view The penthouse was very quiet when I returned, the kind of silence that pressed against your chest like a weight. I set my bag down carefully, but inside I was still trembling. My heart had not calmed since I left the park.Jackson Junior’s voice echoed in my mind, his soft, fragile confession that no one would remembered his birthday and that sometimes he felt invisible even in his own home. That was not something a child should carry. Not any child and especially not one with his father’s name. But then again what did I expect from Delilah and Jackson, they can not manage a company so what do they know about raising a child.I walked to the window, staring down at the city lights, and pressed my hand against the cold glass. He deserved better. And yet, in Delilah’s and Jackson’s world, he was treated like an afterthought. A child should be the center of his parents’ universe, not pushed aside like furniture in a crowded room. They are lucky they got to be paren

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  • BENEATH HER ASHES    An innocent Soul

    Emily’s Point of view The morning broke with the shrill buzz of my phone. I reached for it half-asleep, but the screen glared back with bold, unforgiving headlines. “PA dies in a car accident.” “Rosaline Greene dead—Accident or murder?” I froze, my breath caught in my chest. Rosaline… gone? For a long moment, I simply sat there in silence, the world around me dull and muffled. I did not need to read further. This was not an accident. The timing was too perfect, too brutal. Rosaline had an affair with her sister’s husband and in the process her social media account posting those pictures was deadly and now she was dead. Someone between Delilah and Jackson have a hand in her death . My stomach clenched, a bitter taste flooding my mouth. Another piece of the puzzle was gone, buried with her broken body. But I did not have the luxury to mourn her. My only hope now lay with Nurse Nancy. She had been there the night my children died, the night the flames consumed everything I love

  • BENEATH HER ASHES    The one in control

    Delilah’s Point of view The walls of the mansion felt like they were closing in on me. My heels clicked restlessly against the marble floors as I paced the living room, unable to sit still, unable to breathe. Every few seconds I peeked out through the curtains, only to see the swarm of paparazzi outside, their flashing cameras like vultures circling a dying prey.“Get rid of them!” I snapped at the guards by the door telling them to do their job which they are clearly failing to do . My voice cracked with desperation. “I don’t care how just use force if you must. Break their damn cameras if they do not listen. I want them gone!”They bowed and hurried out, and still my chest burned with agitation. Where was Rosaline? She should have been here by now. She had to explain herself . Why did she betray me like this ? It is supposed to be me and her against the world , not the other way around . An hour crawled by before the sound of the front doors opening made me freeze. My heart leapt

  • BENEATH HER ASHES    shadows in the spotlight

    Delilah’s POVThe first thing I heard that morning was not birdsong, nor the soft chirp of my alarm clock, but the clicking chaos of cameras outside my mansion. My curtains glowed from the flashing bulbs, white light stroking against the glass.I sat up abruptly, heart pounding. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, notification after notification piling up. I did not need to check to know what it was about. Yesterdays impulsive post had exploded into a storm I could no longer control.Paparazzi were camped outside my gates, shouting my name, demanding answers. To make matters worse Jackson did not come home since the news about his affair leaked .Regret struck me like a knife to the chest. What had I done? I should have dealt with this privately. Quietly. I should have confronted Rosaline face-to-face, not handed the world ammunition to fire at me.But it was too late now and there was nothing I could do about it . “Mom?”A small, sleepy voice pulled me from my spiral. My nine-year-o

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