Mrs. Kensington's POV"Can't we just let her live her life alone?" Gerrard said."Are you serious right now, Gerrard? Leave her be?"He nodded."No way it's going to happen. We aren't letting her be, not when I am alive, not when my daughter isn't happy that she's in the same family she is to be married into.""But they could both live as sisters.""Can you even hear yourself? Live as sisters?" I scoffed."Yes.""Just shut up and drive, Gerrard. I think you would be very happy when I tell our biological daughter that her father wants her to live happily with her sworn enemy.""Hey, come on, Sylvia. That's kinda harsh to say. Look, I believe we can make the two of them live peacefully with each other.""Gerrard, I need you to get this into that thick skull of yours. There's no living peacefully if Diana remains in that family, so if you don't mind, just shut the fuck up and drive."The remaining hour drive to our home was silent.As he drove, I kept trying to devise means to get to Dia
Diana's POV"Here, wear this," Ciara handed over to me a nose mask and a face cap before coming down from the cab."Why are you giving me this?" I asked."For disguise.""Disguise? Why?" I asked, a little bit confused."Oh my gosh, Di, I can't believe you are really asking me that right now.""Come on, Ciara, why are you making me disguise?""What else could be the reason, Diana? You are married to the eldest son of the richest family in the whole of New York City. This eldest son is also stinkingly rich with his own fucking money, and then a few weeks ago, there was a scandal about him siphoning money from his grandfather's company into a slush fund account offshore. His picture was posted on the news alongside yours—your wedding photo to be precise—and you ask me why the disguise?" She took in a deep breath.It was then I realized why she did that. I didn't even know she came with things like that with her."Are you both not alighting here anymore?" the cab driver asked."A minute,
Mrs. Kensington's POV"I told you times without number, Gerrard, that you should take that picture out, but you wouldn't listen," I yelled."I know, and I am sorry that I didn't do that on time. I am sorry our daughter got to see, it's just—""It's just what, Gerrard? Why are you holding back? What's wrong with you, for Christ's sake?""It's hard to let her go!" he blurted out, his voice a little louder.I scoffed. "Seriously, Gerrard? So you would choose an adopted child over your biological child?""No, it's not like that, it's just... you know..." he stuttered."Look, I have had enough of your whining, Gerrard. Go get that picture frame out of here now."He hesitated."Gerrard! Do you want our daughter or not?""I want her.""Then get that frame out of here. She's upset already by it. I wouldn't let you or anyone destroy my chances of having a better life with my biological daughter."Just in case you are wondering who Gerrard is, Gerrard is my husband, yes, Mr Kensington. Gerrard
Diana's POVHonestly, I never expected my adopted parents to show up in Ciara's household. How did they even know I was there? Were they following me, or maybe they wanted to just see Ciara, perhaps pass a message through her to me?And that wasn't even the most annoying part of it all. The way they came—threatening Ciara and I—was just so much for me to handle. I had no other choice than to lash out. Besides, they aren't my parents anymore, so what's the point of holding back?We watched as both of them left Ciara's house."Oh my gosh, baby girl, I never thought you had it in you!" Ciara exclaimed."I am no longer the girl they used to know, Ci.""Uh, uh, I can see that, and I'm sure they know that now.""I hope they did. Why were they even here in the first place? What business do they have with you?""My dear, it beats me too. I am as surprised as you are.""Well, I guess that's going to end today because of the way we warned them.""I hope so. Now, back to where we left off.""Oh
Mrs Riley's POV Ever since Raphael came back from wherever he went, I had never had a good moment of rest and sleep, I was always worried about him, not in the way you might think of. I was always wondering what he was plotting, what he was doing, what he was eating and where he was going. Not because I loved him, but because I hated him.Every time I wished he had never been born, I wished I had aborted him a long time ago. I never expected him to come to Gramp's birthday party, but he did come, and that was when everything started.I thought I had been free from the curse of a son, but I wasn't free; I was disappointed when I saw as if that wasn't enough, he agreed to get married to Marcel's ex, who we had found out was a fake daughter of the Kensington.We had arranged the relationship between Marcel and Diana seven years ago, while they were a lot younger until we found out about the real daughter. The Kensington weren't so rich, but they had prestige they had the right connecti
Diana's POV "No, that can't be," I managed to say.I felt so weak, I could barely move my body. Ciara helped me inside her room, as it was the closest to the living room. She laid me on her bed, placing a pillow beneath my head."Hold on, I will be right back.""Where are you going? Don't worry, I'll be fine. I just got dizzy, that's all," I said, trying to stand but falling back down."Don't say anything, Diana. I will be right back," she yelled.I lay quietly waiting for her. Shortly after, she came back with a face towel and a bowl of water. She sat at the edge of the bed, just the right distance from where my forehead was.She dipped the towel into the bowl of water and squeezed it, then used it to clean my forehead and neck. "What are you doing?" I asked."Can't you see that I'm trying to wipe your sweat away and also trying to reduce your temperature?""I feel dizzy.""Come on, Diana, you're scaring me," she said while still cleaning my forehead."I'll be fine. You don't have t