LOGINSTELLA POV “She really is my mother. I can feel it. I know it. Only a mother will do something like this,” I said. “Thank you for giving me this. Thank you so much. You have no idea what this means to me.”“Actually, your mother has a final wish,” he said. “She stored it in a safe along with your inheritance.”“Inheritance?” I asked. “My mother’s… well, not so much, but it will help you get by,” he continued. “You should also see your grandparents. We’ve been waiting to see you—both of you—but your father won’t allow it.”“Let’s go. I want to see the final letter,” I said.“Mr. Andres told me this isn’t true,” I said. “Did they really do this to my mother?”“I don’t know,” he replied. “I wasn’t there. You can forget about her final wishes—”“No,” I cut in. “I will fulfill it. I need to bring them all to justice, and I need to save my sister and make that evil woman pay for killing my mother. And as for my father, he is going to wish she aborted me.”“Is that really you? Are you reall
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STELLA POV I sighed. “I cannot deny that. When are you coming?” “I have something I have to tell you,” she said, her voice trembling. “What is it?” I asked, my grip tightening on the phone. “I have been fired from my job,” she said. “Stella, Devon accused me of taking bribes, and I’m currently in trial. I could lose my license.” I went silent. “I worked so hard for it… all those years in medical school,” she added, her voice cracking. “I’m so sorry,” I said softly. “Why is he doing this?” “He found that I helped you,” she replied. “And wants me to tell him where you are.” She paused. “I don’t think I can support you anymore, Stella. I promise I won’t tell him where you are, but it seems this will be my last call with you.” “No,” I said quickly. “Just tell him where I am. Better yet, I’ll return. I’m coming back—” “If you dare come back, then we are no longer,” she cut in sharply. The line went dead. ***** “Twins,” I repeated softly, staring at the doctor
STELLA POV “Yes, I’m currently in the airport,” I said, glancing around nervously. “My flight is in a few minutes. Now, soon I’ll be out of this country.” I tightened my grip on my phone. “Hurry up and come meet me, okay?” “Alright. Alright. Thank you for everything,” I added, my voice softening. “Truly… yes, I’ll immediately find out what this letter is all about.” “Yes, that’s all right,” I said quickly. My eyes widened suddenly. “Oh my gosh. No, no, no, no, no…” “What is it? What is going on?” Savannah asked through the phone. “It’s Devon,” I whispered, panic rising. “He is here. He has tracked me all the way here.” I pressed my hand against my chest. “What do I do? Savannah, I don’t want to lose my babies. Savannah, what do I do?” “Enough, Stella,” she said firmly. “You are going to be a Madison. You have to be strong to protect your babies.” “Panicking will do you nothing,” she continued. “Take a deep breath, Stella. Take a deep breath and stay calm.” “You’
Stella POV“How are you doing tonight, Devon? Any pain?” I asked as I stepped into his private room.“Stella… you’re here.”His voice held a quiet relief. He tried to sit up too fast, then coughed, one hand bracing his chest as he composed himself. His eyes stayed on me, steady, almost searching.“Did you speak with Alex?” he asked.I paused, adjusting the sleeve of my coat. “No. Not yet. Why do you ask?”His gaze softened, but there was something firm beneath it. “Because I don’t like other men who are in love with my wife speaking to her.”I scoffed, shaking my head as I moved closer and sat beside him. “Funny how that is a no-brainer for you. But when you were doing the exact same thing while I was still your wife, I looked like the villain.”“First of all,” he said calmly, “Estelle was never in love with me.”I let out a dry laugh. “Wow. Congratulations. I thought you were blinded by love. That doesn’t change the fact that she wanted you.”“And yet I didn’t want her.” His voice dr
“Mom, please just come!” “Okay, okay,” I said as I stepped into the room. “What is it? What do you need from me, sweetie?” Andrea turned to me, her face scrunched up with determination. “Please teach me how to do makeup like you, Mom.” I blinked. Then I looked closer. Her face was a messy mix of colors that didn’t belong together. A thick layer of powder sat unevenly on her cheeks, clinging to some spots and missing others, leaving patches of her natural skin showing through. Bright red lipstick had been dragged far past the lines of her lips, smudged at the corners and faintly streaked across one cheek where she must have wiped her face.Dark eyeshadow coated her eyelids in heavy, uneven strokes, one side thicker than the other, with bits of shimmer dusted all the way up to her brows. A line of what looked like eyeliner wobbled across her lash line, dipping too low at one end and too high at the other, making her eyes look uneven.There were faint fingerprints across her face wh
DEVON POVI pushed open the glass door to Estelle’s gallery, the smell of paint and varnish hitting me immediately. The place was quiet, the muted lighting from the windows casting shadows over the canvases.Estelle was there, standing near a huge painting taking up almost the entire length of the
STELLA POV “Stella!” I yelled as I kicked down doors one by one, the heavy wood slamming hard against the walls. The sound echoed through the hallway, loud and sharp, mixing with the faint music drifting from the ballroom. The corridor lights were bright and white, nothing like the warm glow ins
12 YEARS LATERBright white LED light washed the lab. I stood in front of my test subject, hands and feet strapped to the bed. The observation room smelled of disinfectant, antiseptic, metals and ethanol. Machines hummed in low rhythms, the heart monitor steadily beeped. I watched carefully, wait
DEVON POV Before me is a long polished mahogany conference table. Seating in their high back leather executive chairs at the sides of the table are our twelve shareholders. Manger Noah from the marketing department stood in front of us, by the large display screen as he gave his presentation.







