Amelia point of View:
"so tell me how all this happened?" I asked softly while taking a bite of my food.Ace and my Dad looked at each other before dropping their spoons."Dad was sick, really sick and he was at the point of dying" Ace started.my eyes wide out before looking at Dad who just looked away from me."we didn't want to tell you because we knew you were also going through alot" Ace mumbled with a frown."so uhm one day Frank and Toney came over, they came looking for you, and I wasn't around." Ace mumbled with a pause."Dad fainted and they helped him get to the hospital before calling me." He said."Lucie helped Dad out, he payed for everything and-" Ace mumbled with a sigh."and? what " I asked softly looking at both of them."and in return he wants you to forgive and marry him" Ace said making my eyes wide out."Marry him, that's fucking crazy, how much did he pay I'll work and pay him back " I said with a raised eyebrow.but the look dad and my brother shared, I knew it was more than what I could get."tell me this is a joke Dad " I whispered softly.I didn't want to marry him, after all he did to me, now he wants marriage?this has to be a fucking joke."I'm sorry Lia, I didn't know what to do, I promise his a nice man his not like before " Father begged.Shaking my head, I looked at my food, I didn't feel like eating anymore."I'll be in my room" I mumbled before walking away before Any of them will say anything.why? why all this.why all this now, I didn't want anything to do with Lucie not after what he did.but why would he want marriage.was this another game of his?questions by questions but I still didn't get an answer.closing my room door, I lay down on the bed.was all this money his doing also?if yes, then I'm fucking done for for real.Why would he help my father anyways, he knows I'm related to him, so why.if I keep asking myself all this questions, I won't get a reply until I find him and ask.so I rolled off my bed, grabbed my hoodie, and phone.and made my way outside."where can I find him?" I asked my brother whose eyes wide out."I can take you there, but uhm frank and the others are also with him" he explained while walking towards the door."don't care, I wanna meet Lucie, not them" I replied with a frown.nodding his head, we walked towards the door then walked towards his car.when we were both in.Ace looked at me before letting out a breath."please don't hate Dad for this, you can be angry at me, but not him" he begged."how did we get all this house and money?" I asked softly."uhm this is from Lucie father, he said I can work under him, so all this money is from me, I built this house, everything is ours" he said.nodding my head, I looked outside the window, having nothing else to say.My brother let's out a sigh, then drove off.Mike’s Point of ViewThe walk to Jack’s house felt like an eternity. Each step weighed heavy, not just on my feet but on my soul. Apologizing to Jack felt like trying to piece together shards of glass it was bound to hurt, but it was necessary.For years, jealousy had consumed me. It wasn’t just the envy of his life or the love he shared with Nancy; it was the feeling of always being overshadowed, always living in the shadows of his happiness. I had convinced myself that his success and love life had stolen something from me. And because of that twisted perspective, I had made choices that I could never undo.But now, standing outside his door, I realized the only way forward was to own my mistakes and seek forgiveness, no matter how undeserving I felt.Jack opened the door, his face a mixture of surprise and guarded curiosity. He didn’t say anything at first, just stepped aside to let me in. I walked into the living room, memories flooding back good ones, ones I had tainted with
Angel’s Point of ViewI couldn’t stop pacing. My heart raced with every step, my mind playing out every worst-case scenario I could imagine. Ace had barely said a word since we returned home. The tension between us was suffocating, thick and unyielding.He sat in the living room, his elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor as if it held all the answers to the chaos that had just unfolded. His silence was more terrifying than any argument we could have had.I watched him from the doorway, my chest tightening with guilt and fear. He hadn’t looked at me, hadn’t said anything about what Morana had revealed. It was as if he was retreating into himself, shutting me out completely.I couldn’t take it anymore.Tears blurred my vision as I turned and rushed to our bedroom. Shutting the door behind me, I sank to the floor, my back pressed against the cold wood. The tears came fast and uncontrollably, shaking my entire body.How could my father have done this? How could he have been r
Amelia's Point of ViewThe drive home was unusually silent. Ace and Angel had left in a hurry, no doubt to process everything privately. Meanwhile, I found myself in a car with my father and Uncle Nick, the two men who had just uncovered secrets that could have shattered us all.Lucie’s hand rested on mine, his thumb gently stroking the back of it in reassurance.I leaned into his warmth, grateful for his steady presence. Today had been a whirlwind, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about any of it.My mind kept circling back to Morana. Her confession had been shocking, but the CCTV footage… that was the nail in the coffin. Seeing everything play out, hearing the heated argument, and watching the chaos unfold—it was like stepping into a nightmare.The way my father had reacted, the guilt that had clouded his face when Morana revealed the truth, stuck with me. He looked like a man who had been running from his demons for years, only to find them waiting for him all along.We arrived at m
Mike’s Point of ViewThe weight of their stares bore down on me like a hammer. Their expressions were etched with disbelief, anger, and betrayal. I had known this day might come, but I wasn’t prepared for the crushing silence that filled the room. It was deafening, worse than any words they could have hurled at me.Angel’s tear-streaked face was the first to pierce through my defenses. Her voice, shaky but firm, broke the silence.“Dad…” she said, her tone trembling between sorrow and rage. “Please tell me this isn’t true.”I let out a breath, heavy with the burden I had carried for nearly two decades. My hands trembled as I clenched them into fists at my sides. There was no escape now, no more lies to hide behind.“It’s true,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I did it.”Gasps erupted around me, and I winced as if their collective shock were physical blows. My eyes darted to Angel again, hoping to find some semblance of understanding in her gaze, but all I saw was devast
Morana’s Point of ViewI stood there, my hands tucked into the pockets of my jacket, feeling the weight of everyone’s stares. The crisp afternoon air brushed against my skin, but it did nothing to cool the heat that burned in my chest. Eighteen years. I had waited eighteen years to speak the truth, and now, as I faced them, the moment felt heavier than I had imagined.Nick stood at the front, his expression hardened, but I could see the confusion in his eyes. He didn’t trust me he never had since that day. I couldn’t blame him. Not after what he saw.“Do you remember,” I began softly, my voice steady despite the chaos swirling inside me, “eighteen years ago when I told you to tell your brother to leave the country with Nancy and the kids?”Nick’s brow furrowed as he nodded, but his confusion deepened.“What does that have to do with anything?” he asked, his tone sharp, impatient.Letting out a slow breath, I turned my gaze to Mike. There he was the cause of all this pain. The man w
Uncle Nick’s Point of ViewThe morning air was crisp as I leaned against my desk, staring at the message on my phone for the hundredth time. Morana’s words haunted me:"I’m tired of hiding. Bring your family and meet me at this spot by 4 PM. I’ll come clean and tell you my part of the story."The text felt unreal, almost like a trick, but it was our first solid lead in years. Was this truly the end of our search? Could we finally put all of this behind us?Yet, I couldn’t shake the unease. Why now? Why after so many years of silence? And why would she want us all there?I pocketed my phone and made my way to the living room, where Ace and Amelia were already waiting. They both looked tense, their eyes betraying a mix of anticipation and distrust. Lucie stood beside Amelia, his protective stance clear as day. Angel sat close to Ace, her presence a calming force in the storm that brewed between us.Then there was Mike Angel’s father. He had been jittery since the message came through,