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Chapter 16: The Letter & The Lie
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2026-06-20 01:47:36
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Author's POV The living room of the Calloway mansion was usually a place of calculated elegance, crystal decanters, silk cushions, and the faint scent of expensive perfume. Tonight, it felt like a war room on the verge of collapse.Linda Calloway paced back and forth across the Persian rug, her silk robe fluttering behind her. Her face was flushed, eyes wide with disbelief and rising panic. Cara sat on the edge of the velvet sofa, clutching her phone so tightly her knuckles had turned white.“I can’t believe it,” Linda hissed, her voice cracking. “Isla. That Isla. The same pathetic little whore we threw out five years ago like yesterday’s garbage. She’s Aurelia Cole? The designer we’ve been obsessing over? The one whose pieces we’ve been buying like addicts?”Cara let out a hysterical laugh that bordered on a sob. “Mom, did you see her tonight? That gown. That confidence. The way she looked at us like we were nothing. Like we were the frauds. How is this even possible? We destroyed
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~Isla~The Milan showcase was alive with opulence. Crystal chandeliers dripped from the ceiling like frozen stars, and the soft glow of golden lighting made every piece of jewelry in the room sparkle like it was alive. I stood near the center of the grand hall in a breathtaking midnight blue gown that hugged my curves and flowed beautifully. Around my neck rested a statement piece from my own collection, it was a delicate phoenix rising with twin diamonds at its heart, symbolizing everything I had become.Andrew stood beside me, devastatingly handsome in his tailored black tuxedo. His hand rested lightly on the small of my back, a supportive touch that felt both comforting and strategic. The twins were safe back in Paris. Tonight was about power, not family.I felt unstoppable. Until I heard the commotion at the entrance.Security voices rose sharply. A woman’s shrill protest cut through the murmurs of the crowd.“You can’t do this to us! We are invited guests!”My lips curved into a
Mommy Please Come Back, Daddy Is Sorry Chapter 16: The Letter & The Lie
~Isla~Twelve days laterParis had returned to its usual rhythm, but something felt different now.I stood in the sunlit nursery, watching Owen and Oliver play with their building blocks. Their laughter filled the room, bright and innocent, but my mind kept drifting back to New York. To Marcus’s shocked face. To the way he had stared at the twins like they were ghosts from a past he couldn’t escape.“Mommy, look!” Owen called, holding up a tall tower he had built. “It’s as tall as the tall man from the party!”My heart stuttered. Oliver nodded excitedly. “He looked like us, right Mommy? Why did he look like us?”I knelt down beside them, forcing a gentle smile even as my chest tightened.“Sometimes people look similar, my loves. It doesn’t mean anything.”“But he stared at us a lot,” Oliver said softly, his little brows furrowed. “Like he was sad.”My kids can't stop thinking about him. The man who almost took them from me. I pulled both boys into my arms, hugging them tightly. Their
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~Isla~The ride back to the hotel suite was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside the tinted windows. New York lights blurred past like distant stars, beautiful yet cold, just like the man I had left standing on that red carpet.I leaned my head against the seat, closing my eyes for a moment. My body felt exhausted, but my mind was wide awake, buzzing with adrenaline and something far more complicated than simple triumph.I had done it.I had stood on that stage, accepted the Designer of the Year award, and looked Marcus Calloway directly in the eyes while the whole world watched. I had introduced Andrew as my husband. I had let my boys call him “Papa” in front of the man who once swore my children were bastards.So why didn’t victory taste as sweet as I had imagined?“Mommy?” Oliver’s sleepy voice pulled me back. He was curled up against my side, his small hand clutching the fabric of my emerald gown. “Who was that tall man? The one who asked who our mother was?”My chest
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