LOGINNINA’S POVI shut my door quietly, my heart still racing.Adopted.The word echoed in my mind again and again, soft and sharp at once. Amara …the one who always got the smiles, the hugs, the praise … wasn’t even one of us. She wasn’t blood. She wasn’t a Blake.I leaned against my wall, breathing out a shaky laugh.So all these years… she’s been living in my place. Acting like she belonged. Like she deserved everything that should’ve been mine. She's nothing.A borrowed name. A charity case.A strange calm settled in my chest … the kind that comes after too much anger. For once, I felt above her.The real daughter. The one who mattered.I couldn’t wait for her to come home. I wanted to see her face when she realized that the sister she looked down on now held something she could never touch … truth.When I finally heard her room door open, my lips curved. She was back. Perfect timing.Without thinking twice, I walked down the hallway and pushed open her door, not even bothering to knock
AMARA'S POVI still stood there, numb. My heart pounding so hard I could almost hear it. My eyes were fixed on them..Professor Black and the girl beside him. My brain kept screaming look away, Amara… just look away, but my body wouldn’t move. It was like my feet were glued to the ground, refusing to listen.Then it happened..his eyes met mine.For a split second, everything around us disappeared. It was just me and him. I thought… maybe he’d walk up to me, maybe he’d explain, tell me it wasn’t what I was thinking. But he didn’t. He just stared for a moment, unreadable, then looked away…as if I wasn’t even there.That broke something inside me. My chest tightened, and before I could stop it, my tears spilled over. The ice cream cup trembled in my hand as my vision blurred.Daniel suddenly stepped in front of me, blocking my view like he knew I couldn’t take it anymore.“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.I wanted to scream no! I wanted to tell him I felt like the ground was falling apart
AMARA'S POVI walked down the busy road, lost in my thoughts. The cars, the chatter, the smell of roasted corn from a roadside seller ..all of it faded into the background. I didn’t feel energetic enough to go home. I wasn’t ready to face the chaos that waited there.My legs moved on their own until I found myself inside a small café along the road. It was warm and quiet, the kind of place people went to escape. I ordered a cup of coffee and sat by the window.When I took the first sip, it burned my throat .. but I didn’t even flinch. The pain was nothing compared to the weight crushing my chest.I ended things with Professor Blake.Even thinking it made my stomach twist. I didn’t even know what to say to him at the end. There was really nothing between us… right? That’s what I kept telling myself. But deep down, I’d expected him to fight for it, to refuse, to do something. Instead, he just agreed quietly.And somehow, that hurt more than I expected.What was I thinking? That he would
MRS BLAKE’S POVThe doctor’s report on Nina’s health was still in my hands.I had read the lines over and over again, hoping they would change .. hoping maybe I was mistaken.But the truth stared right at me in bold letters.Nina might look strong, but her kidneys were failing… slowly, quietly, like a candle dying in the dark.My hands clenched around the paper, crumpling it a little. Across from me, Blake sat silent … his eyes fixed on nothing, his face calm as though the world hadn’t just fallen apart. That calmness made my chest burn with anger.“You aren’t saying anything, Blake,” I muttered, my voice low but sharp.He looked up, sighing. “What do you want me to say, Lucy?”The way he said it ..like none of this mattered …made me snap.“That’s all you have to say?” I spat, slamming the report on the table. “Our daughter’s health is failing, and you’re sitting there like it’s another normal day! We have just a few months to find her a donor!”He didn’t respond. His jaw moved slight
NINA’S POV“Delete it… or I’ll make sure you disappear before morning.”His voice was cold. Sharp enough to slice through my breath. Then the line went dead.For a moment, I just stood there, frozen, my phone still pressed to my ear.I wanted to ignore the threat. To pretend it didn’t scare me. But it did.Because from the very first time I saw Professor Black in the office that day, I knew..he wasn’t ordinary.He had this darkness that made even silence feel dangerous.And now, his words kept echoing in my head, crawling under my skin.But how could I delete the only evidence I had?That photo was my weapon. My power. The only thing tying him and Amara together—and the only way I could control them both.I remember how I got it.It wasn’t planned. None of this was.Yesterday, after walking out on that annoying nanny, Paula, I’d gone outside. I was halfway through the gate when I saw a shadow moving toward Amara’s room window. At first, I thought I was imagining things.But the shape
PROFESSOR BLACK POV“Next time, watch where you’re pushing someone to. Not everyone can handle the fall.”The words left my mouth before I even realized it. The laughter that followed from the students hit me like a slap.And then I saw her face..hurt, confused, her lips trembling as if she was trying to hold herself together.Damn it. That wasn’t how it was supposed to sound.I wanted to reach for her, to tell her I didn’t mean it that way. But I couldn’t..not there, not in front of everyone.So I stood there, hands in my pockets, pretending not to care as I watched her run out.When she disappeared, I finally let out a quiet curse under my breath.I was heading toward the staff exit when a hand caught my arm. I turned fast, instinctively dodging the punch that came at me.It was the janitor. His face was red with anger, his grip hard on my collar.“I told you not to hurt her, you devil!” he shouted, shaking me.I stared at him, silent. He wanted me to react, to fight back. Instead,







