Irina’s POVViviane stood there with her arms crossed, giving me a defiant look. She seemed furious. And in front of me, Valerie looked just as angry as her daughter."Well, Irina, what are you going to do? You're going to figure it out! Like everyone else. But you're not staying here! Besides, your little daughter almost got me thrown in jail!" Viviane was fuming with rage. What terrible timing for this girl to show up."Viviane, I had no idea what Ilana was up to," I replied."Oh, you knew, you definitely knew! You knew because the money she paid me came from you! And you loved all the nasty tricks she played on that goody-two-shoes Anabel!" Viviane shot back. There was no point arguing with her."Valerie, you can't leave me on the street, you have to help me!" I appealed to Valerie's common sense."You know what your luck is, Irina? You've always been beautiful. Unlike me, who was always kind of awkward. But not you, you looked like an angelic doll with that blonde hair. And the goo
Irina’s POVI rang the doorbell and waited. It didn't take long for the door to open. She looked at me with surprise; I hadn't shown up in ages, and I never came at night."Well, look at this! For you to be here at this hour, it can't be good news, can it, Irina?" Valerie gave me a strange smile."What a genius!" I was already impatient; everything I had been through that day had drained me."What do you want?" Valerie asked right there at the door."Oh, Valerie, let me in and we'll talk." I pushed her aside, went in, and threw myself onto the tacky floral fabric loveseat she had in the living room.Valerie closed the door and sat on the other sofa, staring at me, just waiting for me to speak. She was acting very strange; usually she welcomed me warmly and tried everything to please me."Aren't you going to offer me coffee?" I asked, already getting hungry."No, I'm not. Say what you have to say because I have an appointment." Valerie was definitely in a bad mood."Wow, you've been fri
Richard’s POVI didn't expect Anabel to understand this situation, but I didn't even need to explain. I called my father while heading to the police station, explained the situation, and asked him to send a lawyer. When I arrived at the station, Flavian came right over."Rick, I'm sorry, but I called you because if I were in your shoes, I'd want to know," Flavian explained."And you did the right thing, my friend. Thank you for that. What do I need to do to get her released? There's already a lawyer on the way," I said."Then let's wait for him to arrive. That's what she needs right now," Flavian patted my shoulder."Can I talk to her?" I asked."Man, I just don't have any rooms available today. Even mine is occupied. The shift has been terrible. Can it be at the cell?" Flavian asked."Yes, of course," I confirmed and looked at Anabel, who gave me a smile."Go ahead, I'll wait for you," she said softly."Little Renata, take Richard to the cell to talk to the girls. Come on, Ana, let's
Anabel’s POVI had not set foot in this house for so long! And I never thought I would come back. The truth was, I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. I did not feel well here; this place meant sadness and pain to me. So many tears had been shed within these walls, so much cruelty had happened here. It was a sad house, with energy that was far too heavy. I walked through all those rooms, and I could not remember a single good moment I had there. Not even before my mother died.Before she died, I always felt so much tension, so much fear. If I closed my eyes, I could still hear her saying, "Don't run, Anabel, your father doesn't like it," "Speak softly, Anabel, your father is upset," "Stay in your room and don't bother your father." I wiped away another tear. She knew he thought I was not his daughter, so she kept me at a distance. How a malicious piece of gossip can completely change someone's fate!"Pretty lady, I found you!" Rick found me by the door of that dreadful littl
Irina’s POVI was thrown out of my own house with nothing but the clothes on my back. It was humiliating, and I wouldn't accept it. I would use the divorce signing as an opportunity to reclaim everything that was mine: the house, the car, the money, the company shares, everything!The driver stopped in front of that dull little house. I asked him to wait a moment and rang the intercom. Lucas opened the gate, and I hurried inside."Forgot your key?" He stood at the door, watching me cross the small garden."I left home without my purse. Go pay the taxi, then we'll talk," I ordered.He came inside with me and grabbed money from a sugar tin in the kitchen. What kind of place was that to keep money? While he went out to pay the driver, I headed to the kitchen and checked the tin, there was a decent amount in there, and it was mine. I was going to kick that traitor out, especially since he had slept with my daughter. Better to hide the money. I grabbed the bills and stuffed them in the pock
Tess’s POVThat troglodyte wannabe security guard broke my tooth again that day I went to the condo! I mean, not my real tooth, the tooth on the dentures I was wearing. The worst part was that I went to that quack dentist to fix the damn thing and couldn't find him.That crooked dentist! The building's doorman told me he vanished overnight, just emptied his office and disappeared. And that he scammed a lot of people, because he take payment in advance, and tons of people were left without money or treatment. And I was one of them, right? Because I never got that fixed bridge he was supposed to make.Of course, crazy Ruby thought the story was hilarious and laughed like I had told her a joke. But she said she would help me fix it. I thought she knew some dentist who could help me out, because I was broke. But no, the lunatic ran off and when she came back, she asked for my dentures and the tooth, and next thing I knew, she was gluing the tooth to the dentures with superglue. That woman