ログインStella POV The suitcase dragged across the pavement with a faint scrape, a dry, hollow sound that echoed the emptiness I felt inside. It was light—too light for the journey I had ahead. I could almost hear Savannah’s footsteps behind me, her voice soft and encouraging as she helped me pick out a few essentials before I left. I hadn’t expected much; she never had much to give. But even the little she managed to provide felt like a warm hand on my shoulder, something to cling to in the uncertainty of this new life.I set the suitcase down with a muted thud. Its weight—or lack of it—felt symbolic, a tiny reminder that I had nothing except the pieces of myself I carried. The metal clasps clicked shut, sharp and precise, and for a moment, that sound was louder than my own heartbeat.“Yes… this is everything I brought,” I said quietly, almost ashamed. My voice seemed swallowed by the narrow street around us, as if it feared being heard. I didn’t have much. My hands lingered over the suitca
DEVON POV “Grandma, how are you doing?”I approached her bedside, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face.“You don’t look any better than last week. Are you eating well?”She didn’t respond.“Why aren’t you answering me today? Hey… did something happen?”I turned to the nurse.“No, sir, but she did cry a lot today.”“Cry? Why did she cry?”“We don’t know, sir. She won’t talk.”“Don’t you guys have a specialist to help people open up? I think you should talk with a psychiatrist… or a therapist.”“Actually, I recommend you get one to see us. All right, already.”“Come on… why did you cry today? Did something happen?”I leaned closer, trying to read her expression.“Are you perhaps watching anyway?”“Why are you here again? What do you want?”“Please… let me go home. My son is waiting at home for me.”“Sorry, Grandma, but he isn’t.”“But do you know who I finally met today, Grandma? My wife… she has returned, and I’m going to do everything in my power to put things back as they
“I’m expecting twins.”I sat still on the hospital bed, my hands crutched my stomach.You've got to be kidding me? Right? I stared wide eyes at the doctor and he gave me awkward smile. Two children? How will Manage two kids on my own? One would be a hassle but I was willing to make it work but then two? “Yes, miss, congratulations.”The doctor said, flipping through my file. “You and your husband. You are truly blessed.”Blessed?Has anyone genuinely smiled and thought I was blessed hearing I'm pregnant? No! Especially not their father. He wasn't happy at all when I heard the news. I can still remember the way his face contorted into a deep scowl like I just insulted his being. My heart aches as the image appeared in my head. The room feel quiet, filled only with the steady beeping of machines.I have no money?! I don't think I'll be able to get a job! No one! No one at all! Even Savannah has left me on my own here. These babies, just how will I care for them?Won't I just be
STELLA 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
DEVON POV Her warm skin burn my palm as I pulled her into my embrace. Her familiar scent flooded my nostrils and I took in every last bit. “Stella,” whispered. Her eyes stared at me I'm shock. What do I say to her? I'm sorry? I miss you? I love you? My lips acted before my head could and I pull
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.
DEVON POV I cleared my table in one sweep. “How could you not have found Stella by now? Are there no CCTV cameras? In this small city, where could she run to?” I slammed the table. “What are you even doing?”We were in my office. I was about to have a meeting soon, and he brought this bad news to







