LOGIN(Lillian)“Ghost?”I chuckle“What ghost?”I let out a scoff, trying to appear composed, the same way I’ve always appeared to them all these years.Then I stride in deeper, stopping right in front of Eleanor.“Mother…”I look around the room, noticing the tension.“Did anything happen? Why does it feel like…”I turn my gaze back to Eleanor, waiting for her answer.She lets out a deep sigh.“It’s nothing.”She blinks away for a moment, as though gathering herself, before looking back at me with a small smile.“We were just discussing business. The launch is tomorrow, and new products will be added to Eleanor Foods. We were just finalizing everything.”“Oh, that?”I raise my brows.“You don’t have to worry about anything, Mother. I’m sure this launch will go well, just like the others. You always know what you’re doing.”I smile back, and she nods gently, though I can still see the unease lingering in her eyes.“What about you?” she asks. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you so you can
(Amara)“Tell us, Amara.”My mother reaches for me.“What is it that you want to tell us?”For a moment, the room holds its breath.Everyone seems to be waiting for me to speak.I’d returned home angry.Pissed.Broken.And I had spoken out about telling everything to the family.Everything about Maya’s deeds.“Amara…”Mom grips my wrist, and I startle.“What is it, Amara? You look worried. Tell us what the matter is. What’s gotten you so worried?”My eyes land on Maya.A brief, tense moment passes between us.Her fingers curl, tightening by the side of her dress.Is it fear?Tension?For someone like her, who’s done nothing but harm others, she’s scared?Scared of what?Her truth finally coming out in the open?The family finding out about what she truly is and everything she’s done to me?Or what exactly?“Amara…”She strides toward me, but I take a step back immediately.The mere mention of my name from her mouth is enough to fuel the anger boiling inside me.For a moment, I replay
(Selina)“Leave me! Let me go!”I struggle against their hold, but my words seem to be falling on deaf ears. They continue dragging me further, harder, deeper, until we finally near a figure standing in front of us.“Ma’am, we’ve brought her.”Just then, she turns.My eyes land on her.Lillian.Relief washes over me.Finally.She came.Although I had expected her to send people to come for me, I never imagined the people she’d sent would drag me all the way here like this.“Lillian…”But the moment my eyes meet hers, something inside me stills.She doesn’t look worried.She doesn’t look surprised.She simply watches me.And for some reason, I freeze.Memories flash immediately.All the plans we’ve made together.Everything we’ve done to make the Roosevelts’ lives a living hell.“Selina.” A small smirk forms on her lips.My eyes sweep between the two men holding me.“Look.” I gesture toward their hands. “See how your men are treating me. You wouldn’t ask your men to treat me this way,
(Amara)“What’s so urgent that you had to call?”The question leaves my lips the moment I step into the room, my eyes landing on Rita’s tiny frame being cuddled by both Olivia and Martha.Immediately, they lift their gazes, their eyes meeting mine.For a moment, I freeze.“Wha… what’s going on here?” I ask, striding towards Rita, my eyes catching the injuries on her body.But no one says anything.Just silence.I snap at them, unable to stand their silence any longer.“What?”I dart my gaze between them.“Why isn’t anyone saying anything? What happened? What’s going on?”“Selina…”The name stills me.I turn back to look at Rita, who speaks again.“She escaped.”“What?”“Yes, Amara,” Olivia chips in. “Selina escaped.”“But how?”Panic seizes me.“Wasn’t she just here? Tied to the chair? So how could she have escaped?”“Actually, she…” Martha begins, her eyes drifting away as she starts to explain it all.Apparently, Selina had started complaining of feeling weak and dizzy, claiming she
(Maya)“This will be your room from now.”Frednard says it as he helps me settle into the room.“But sir…”“Sir?”His brows tighten.“You should stop calling me sir already. I’m your dad. Your father.”I pause.My eyes drop to the floor.He notices my hesitation and strides toward me, placing both hands on my shoulders.“I know it’s all overwhelming to you right now. It’s going to take a while before you can take it all in. But this is the truth, Maya. This is who you really are.”His gaze softens.“You are a Roosevelt. My flesh and blood.”For a moment, something heavy settles in his eyes before he looks away and begins glancing around the room.“It’s all my fault. I let your mother down so badly that she had to hide you away from me all these years. I searched everywhere for her, but I couldn’t find her. Little did I know you were right here, so close to me.”He sighs.“For so long, you’ve stayed here as Amara’s friend, and I couldn’t recognize you.”His voice drops.“I’m such a bad
(Amara)My legs are heavy.My body numb from the aching feel in my chest.Selina’s words replay in my mind as I walk through the hallway.“It’s the truth. I’m speaking the truth. She planned all this. She paid me to destroy your marriage.”My fingers slowly begin to curl.My heart trembles.“I never spoke to her doctor to give the wrong drugs to you. She lied. Maya’s the one who wanted you to have the drugs. She wanted you never to have any child of your own. She’s the mastermind behind everything. And has had it all planned from the beginning.”My chest heaves.Faster.Every reveal slicing deeper than the last.My legs are shaky as I walk through.“How… how can this be?”My voice trembles.“Maya…”A hot tear glides down my cheek.Disbelief.Shock.Every possible scenario flashes through my mind.“No…”I shake my head.“No, this can’t be. Ma… Maya couldn’t have… she… she…”“She’s my daughter.”A voice cuts through the thought in my head.I look up.Dad.His hand is locked with Maya’s,
(Felix)“Selina!”My voice crashes against the walls as I stride through the living room, anger boiling over with every step.I find her sprawled in one of the chairs like she owns the place. Her legs are propped casually on the table. One hand rubs slow circles over her stomach, the other lifts an
(Amara)The moment feels suspended until his voice breaks through it.“Are you okay?”His words are low and close, brushed against the side of my neck. There is a thickness to his voice, something steady and concerned, as if the question leaves him instinctively before he can think better of it.Sl
(Amara)I watch as Felix slowly turns toward me, his movements careful, almost hesitant. His eyes search my face before he speaks.“What’s come over you, Amara?”He steps closer, reaching for my shoulders, his hands warm and familiar in a way that makes my chest tighten. “This isn’t the Amara I got
(Amara)Selina’s voice cuts through the room slowly, uncertain.“A… Amara?”The sound of my name sends a sudden rush of heat climbing up my neck, spreading fast, suffocating. My fingers go numb. The tray slips from my hands before my mind can catch up.Glass crashes against the floor.The sound is







