Three days went by but Madine was still in the police custody. No one came to see or address her which made it worse. Madine wanted to see Nadine and ask her why she chose to treat her this way. Nadine must know that wasn't her drawing, yet she accused her wrongly. But Madine was more worried about her kids. She had not been able to reach them. Nurse Nora never came to visit her which was weird. She had promised to come later. Why didn't she come? Madine was worried. Just then, a young man walked in and then opened the cell. Madine was surprised. “You are free to go,” he said. “Why?” She asked but he said nothing. Ignoring him as well, Madine took her things from the tray and ran out. She was going to get a cab back to the hospital when a black Jeep stopped in front of her. In it was Tristan Hudson. Her heart thundered in my chest when his face was revealed. She froze on the spot, just staring into his green eyes. However, he had a dark expression, his eyes were cold. The next m

However, at the same time, Liam heard noises going on in the background. He could hear someone crying and muttering names. He placed his palm over the girl moaning in front of him to listen to the sound. “Continue, it's just that bitch.” Alana rolled her eyes, wanting more and more of him. Liam grabbed her neck and pumped into her until her legs were shaking. The next second, he finished in her and she did the same. “What bitch?” He asked, putting up his trousers. The voice was familiar, but he didn't want to think that it was her. “Some woman that was dumped in here, she has no family. No one likes her.” Alana rolled her eyes again. “Get out.” Liam dismissed. “Why? I want more of you.” She made to spread her legs but Liam grabbed her clothes off the bed and threw it between her legs. “Get out,” he said. “Fine.” She rolled her eyes and grabbed her things and with this, she walked out. Liam looked in the direction the noises were coming from. He recognized her voice. Sincerely

It had been two weeks since Madine rejected the offer from Tristan. All she wanted was her kids, not the money that he was going to give her or the ten percent of his wealth. Liam got an apartment for Madine where she could stay while he was away. A maid was also assigned to her who would take care of every one of her needs. Two days before the case was taken to court, Nadine went to visit Madine on pretense. She had told Tristan, “I am going to tell my sister that her kids would be returned to her.” She slid her hand across his chest and he smiled, nodding his head. “You are a good sister, Nadine.” He smiled, moving her hair behind her shoulders. Nadine smiled sheepishly, blushing at his words. After this, she took the car and went to Madine’s home. The moment Madine saw her, anger laced her face. Of course, she would be angry - Nadine had taken her children. Nadine knew that Madine was an anger basin, she stored it in there until one day, she exploded. And that was Nadine’s pla

Madine ran into her mother’s ward excitedly. Every worry that she felt earlier was gone. When she stepped into the room, she saw her mom trying to remove the drip connected to her body.“Mommy?” Madine called. “Don’t remove it!” She frowned while walking closer to her. Hannah’s eyes glinted when she saw Madine strut in. The anxiety she felt completely disappeared from her body. Instantly, she held Madine’s hand who was trying to put the drip back in place. “Nadine is taking your place. Nadine is not Tristan’s childhood lover but you. The accident caused you to lose your memories and it so happened that Tristan came to claim you at the same time.” She blurted the words, giving herself no breathing space. Madine thought about it over and over again, but none of it clicked. “What do you mean?” She asked. “Nadine is my daughter but I will not sit still and watch her become an antagonist. You are Tristan’s lover, she is manipulating everything and taking your place.” Hannah repeated.

Nadine’s heels hit the floor dramatically in the hallway as she headed to the hospital ward. Her mother lay on the bed with a drip connected to her wrist. Nadine stared at her taking her appearance in. At that moment, she noticed the wrinkles on her face and her pale lips. She looked sick. “You are old, Mom, don't bother me. I don't like to be bothered. I don't want to share what's mine. I had to share your love with Madine, now you want me to share Tristan with her? No, it won't happen.” She smiled gently and ran her red nails into her mom’s hair. Just then, the doctor walked in. “Ma’am the transfer document is ready,” he said. Nadine paused and turned to him. “Good. Did you include all that I said?” “Yes ma’am. You said she must never see the light of day. She should be injected with amnesia-inducing drugs and nobody must know about this.” He explained and she nodded each time he made a point. “Lastly, she must be treated nicely. I am making my husband invest in the mental ho